Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
GEORGE ELIOTIt is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
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Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing.
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Those who trust us educate us.
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Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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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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Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
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It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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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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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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