The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
GEORGE ELIOTThere is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
More George Eliot Quotes
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It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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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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After all, the true seeing is within.
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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
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The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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A 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.
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there are two ways of speaking an audience will always like: one is, to tell them what they don’t understand; and the other is, to tell them what they’re used to.
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Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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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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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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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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