Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind – the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.
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Your trouble’s easy borne when everybody gives it a lift for you.
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It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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A good horse makes short miles.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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I don’t want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.
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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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What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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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.
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We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
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Jews are not fit for Heaven, but on earth they are most useful.
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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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