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 ELIOTJoy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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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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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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I don’t want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.
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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.
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Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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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 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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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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