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.
GEORGE ELIOTHold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
More George Eliot Quotes
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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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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Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
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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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Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.
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A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
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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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there are two ways of speaking an audience will always like: one is, to tell them what they don’t understand; and the other is, to tell them what they’re used to.
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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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Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
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It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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