It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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“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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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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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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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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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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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing.
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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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.
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