Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.
GEORGE ELIOTIt is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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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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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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Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
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It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
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The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
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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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Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
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