What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
GEORGE ELIOTthere 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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
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Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
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Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
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Justice is like the kingdom of God–it is not without us as a fact, it is within us as a great yearning.
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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
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No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
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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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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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After all, the true seeing is within.
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It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
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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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Trouble’s made us kin.
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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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