What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
GEORGE ELIOT… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
More George Eliot Quotes
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What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
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Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty – it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
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People are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool’s caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else’s are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
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After all, the true seeing is within.
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
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… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past-sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
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