Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
GEORGE ELIOTIt is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
More George Eliot Quotes
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The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
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All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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I think I dislike what I don’t like more than I like what I like.
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
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It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
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I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past-sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
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A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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