It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
GEORGE ELIOTReligious 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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.
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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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Your trouble’s easy borne when everybody gives it a lift for you.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
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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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The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
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I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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Trouble’s made us kin.
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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