Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s 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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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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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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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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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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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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It is a common sentence that knowledge is power; but who hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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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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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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I think I dislike what I don’t like more than I like what I like.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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