Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
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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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Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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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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Men outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.
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I have nothing to tell except travellers’ stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.
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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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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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