Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
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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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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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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Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
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Genius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
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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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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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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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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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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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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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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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