Character is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
GEORGE ELIOTI like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
More George Eliot Quotes
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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
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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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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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“Heaven help us,” said the old religion; the new one, from its very lack of that faith, will teach us all the more to help one another.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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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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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
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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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We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.
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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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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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Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
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