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Her heart went out to him with a stronger movement than ever, at the thought that people would blame him. Maggie hated blame; she had been blamed her whole life, and nothing had come of it but evil tempers.
George Eliot
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He hated the thought of the past; there was nothing that called out his love and fellowship toward the strangers he had come amongst; and the future was all dark.
George Eliot
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Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
George Eliot
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We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.
George Eliot
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College mostly makes people like bladders-just good for nothing but t'hold the stuff as is poured into 'em.
George Eliot
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How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts?
George Eliot
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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
George Eliot
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Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.
George Eliot
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Even those who call themselves 'intimate' know very little about each other - hardly ever know just how a sorrow is felt, and hurt each other by their very attempts at sympathy or consolation. We can bear no hand on our bruises.
George Eliot
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May I reach That purest heaven - be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony; Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty. Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in the diffusion ever more intense! So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
George Eliot
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
George Eliot
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If I have read religious history aright, faith, hope, and charity have not always been found in a direct ratio with a sensibility to the three concords; and it is possible, thank heaven! to have very erroneous theories and very sublime feelings.
George Eliot
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What is better than to love and live with the loved? – But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.
George Eliot
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The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer.
George Eliot
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The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity.
George Eliot
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One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.
George Eliot
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But what we strive to gratify, though we may call it a distant hope, is an immediate desire; the future estate for which men drudge up city alleys exists already in their imagination and love.
George Eliot
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It is only a poor sort of happiness that could ever come by caring very much about our own pleasures. We can only have the highest happiness such as goes along with being a great man, by having wide thoughts and much feeling for the rest of the world as well as ourselves.
George Eliot
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I cherish my childish loves--the memory of that warm little nest where my affections were fledged.
George Eliot
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There is no short-cut no patent tram-road, to wisdom. After all the centuries of invention, the soul's path lies through the thorny wilderness which must still be trodden in solitude, with bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it was trodden by them of old time.
George Eliot
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I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offense. ... Everyone who contributes to the 'too much' of literature is doing grave social injury.
George Eliot
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It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.
George Eliot
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That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.
George Eliot
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Tis a petty kind of fame At best, that comes of making violins; And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go To purgatory none the less.
George Eliot
