The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
GEORGE ELIOTPeople are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool’s caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else’s are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
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One can say everything best over a meal.
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Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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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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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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there are two ways of speaking an audience will always like: one is, to tell them what they don’t understand; and the other is, to tell them what they’re used to.
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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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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
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We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one’s life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.
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Genius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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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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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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