Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
GEORGE ELIOTWhen God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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I think I dislike what I don’t like more than I like what I like.
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Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
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“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.
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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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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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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
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