An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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 think I dislike what I don’t like more than I like what I like.
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Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
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There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
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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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Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
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Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
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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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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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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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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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