These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind – the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
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Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
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It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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I don’t want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
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It is a common sentence that knowledge is power; but who hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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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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What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
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Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty – it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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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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