I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
GEORGE ELIOTA 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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
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A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
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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.
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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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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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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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Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
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The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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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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The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
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Trouble’s made us kin.
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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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