I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Consequences are unpitying.
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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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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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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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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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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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It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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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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The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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Character 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.
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