Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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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Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
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That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don’t quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil — widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.
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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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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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Character is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
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In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past-sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
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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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Genius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
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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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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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