One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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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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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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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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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
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We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.
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When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
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Justice is like the kingdom of God–it is not without us as a fact, it is within us as a great yearning.
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It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
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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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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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It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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