It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
GEORGE ELIOTIt’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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Jews are not fit for Heaven, but on earth they are most useful.
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After all, the true seeing is within.
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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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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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Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
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There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
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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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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
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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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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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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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