We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
GEORGE ELIOTAfter all, the true seeing is within.
More George Eliot Quotes
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
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I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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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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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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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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We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
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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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My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
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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.
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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
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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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