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.
GEORGE ELIOTRome – 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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
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After all, the true seeing is within.
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We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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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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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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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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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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The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.
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My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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