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.
GEORGE ELIOT“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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
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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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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past-sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing.
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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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Jews are not fit for Heaven, but on earth they are most useful.
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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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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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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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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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People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.
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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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I think I dislike what I don’t like more than I like what I like.
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