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.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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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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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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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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One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
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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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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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I think I dislike what I don’t like more than I like what I like.
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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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Souls live on in perpetual echoes.
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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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