The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
GEORGE ELIOTBut what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
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Your trouble’s easy borne when everybody gives it a lift for you.
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There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
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What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind – the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.
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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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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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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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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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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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Souls live on in perpetual echoes.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
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Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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A good horse makes short miles.
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