In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools’ pleasure
GEORGE ELIOTCharacter is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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Consequences are unpitying.
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Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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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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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.
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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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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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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
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What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
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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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