Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
GEORGE ELIOTDelicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
More George Eliot Quotes
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That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don’t quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil — widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.
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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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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
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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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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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People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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After all, the true seeing is within.
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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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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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It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
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Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
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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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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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