If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.
GEORGE ELIOTLife 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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
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The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
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The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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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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It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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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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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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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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