Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
GEORGE ELIOTLife began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
More George Eliot Quotes
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We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one’s life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.
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Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
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The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
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The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.
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Men outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.
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The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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There are many victories worse than a defeat.
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She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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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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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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