It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.
GEORGE ELIOTIt’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.
More George Eliot Quotes
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
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It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
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I have nothing to tell except travellers’ stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.
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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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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.
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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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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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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty – it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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