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.
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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The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
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It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
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There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
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Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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People are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool’s caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else’s are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
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