It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
GEORGE ELIOTIt is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
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Examining the world in order to find consolation is very much like looking carefully over the pages of a great book in order to find our own name . … Whether we find what we want or not, our preoccupation has hindered us from a true knowledge of the contents.
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I have nothing to tell except travellers’ stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.
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The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
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I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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After all, the true seeing is within.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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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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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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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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