It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
GEORGE ELIOTWill not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
More George Eliot Quotes
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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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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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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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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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on 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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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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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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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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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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Genius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
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The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
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Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
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