Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.
GEORGE ELIOTI love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
More George Eliot Quotes
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There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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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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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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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
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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.
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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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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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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