Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
GEORGE ELIOTIt is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
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Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
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It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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I have nothing to tell except travellers’ stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.
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Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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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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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
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What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind – the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.
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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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there are two ways of speaking an audience will always like: one is, to tell them what they don’t understand; and the other is, to tell them what they’re used to.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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