It is a common sentence that knowledge is power; but who hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour pulls down.
GEORGE ELIOTOnly in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
More George Eliot Quotes
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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
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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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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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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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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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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 troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
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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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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing.
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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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Rome – 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.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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