It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
GEORGE ELIOTTo have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
More George Eliot Quotes
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… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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Souls live on in perpetual echoes.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
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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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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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“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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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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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
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Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
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There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
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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.
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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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We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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