Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
GEORGE ELIOTThe troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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 are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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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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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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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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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
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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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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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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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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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“Heaven help us,” said the old religion; the new one, from its very lack of that faith, will teach us all the more to help one another.
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Genius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
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