Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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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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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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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Examining the world in order to find consolation is very much like looking carefully over the pages of a great book in order to find our own name . … Whether we find what we want or not, our preoccupation has hindered us from a true knowledge of the contents.
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It’s never too late to be who you were meant to 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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We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.
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I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
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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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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
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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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We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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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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No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
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