People are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool’s caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else’s are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
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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All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.
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No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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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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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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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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It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
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When 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.
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