Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
GEORGE ELIOTI 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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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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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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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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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Trouble’s made us kin.
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The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
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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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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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there 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.
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Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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