We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
GEORGE ELIOTIn bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past-sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing.
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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.
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We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one’s life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.
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I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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One can say everything best over a meal.
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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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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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