We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
GEORGE ELIOTWe must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
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Souls live on in perpetual echoes.
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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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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… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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Consequences are unpitying.
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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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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.
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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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Those who trust us educate us.
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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
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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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