It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
GEORGE ELIOTThe years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
More George Eliot Quotes
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It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
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A good horse makes short miles.
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When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
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Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
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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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Justice is like the kingdom of God–it is not without us as a fact, it is within us as a great yearning.
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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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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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
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Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.
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Trouble’s made us kin.
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A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
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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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