Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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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One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
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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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There are many victories worse than a defeat.
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If you deliver an opinion at all, it is mere stupidity not to do it with an air of conviction and well-founded knowledge. You make it your own in uttering it, and naturally get fond of it.
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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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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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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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In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools’ pleasure
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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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I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
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