Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
GEORGE ELIOTEnveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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One can say everything best over a meal.
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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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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
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What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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Genius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
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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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Trouble’s made us kin.
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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 are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
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Character is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
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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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… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
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