The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
GEORGE ELIOTI like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
More George Eliot Quotes
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I think I dislike what I don’t like more than I like what I like.
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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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Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
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It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
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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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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
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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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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
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If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.
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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
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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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