What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
GEORGE ELIOTLove 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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
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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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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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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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It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
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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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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing.
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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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It’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.
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What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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