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.
GEORGE ELIOTOf new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.
More George Eliot Quotes
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing.
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Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
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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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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
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One can say everything best over a meal.
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Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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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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