The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
GEORGE ELIOTIt 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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
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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.
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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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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.
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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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If you deliver an opinion at all, it is mere stupidity not to do it with an air of conviction and well-founded knowledge. You make it your own in uttering it, and naturally get fond of it.
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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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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.
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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.
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Trouble’s made us kin.
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