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.
GEORGE ELIOTVeracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
More George Eliot Quotes
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After all, the true seeing is within.
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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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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
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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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A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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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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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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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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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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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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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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