When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
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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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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A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
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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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I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
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My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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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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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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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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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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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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