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.
GEORGE ELIOTIt’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
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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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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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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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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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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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