Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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Consequences are unpitying.
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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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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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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.
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
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It is a common sentence that knowledge is power; but who hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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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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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.
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We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
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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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