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.
GEORGE ELIOTDecide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
More George Eliot Quotes
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.
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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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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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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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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 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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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
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Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.
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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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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
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