I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
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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After all, the true seeing is within.
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
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A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
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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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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
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Men outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.
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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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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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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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One can say everything best over a meal.
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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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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 one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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