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It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
George Eliot
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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.
George Eliot
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There is heroism even in the circles of hell for fellow-sinners who cling to each other in the fiery whirlwind and never recriminate.
George Eliot
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Things are achieved when they are well begun.
George Eliot
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The bow always strung ... will not do.
George Eliot
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The wrong that rouses our angry passions finds only a medium in us; it passes through us like a vibration, and we inflict what we have suffered.
George Eliot
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But if Maggie had been that young lady, you would probably have known nothing about her: her life would have had so few vicissitudes that it could hardly have been written; for the happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.
George Eliot
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Habit is the beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectfully and unhappy men to live calmly.
George Eliot
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There is nothing that will kill a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.
George Eliot
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As to memory, it is known that this frail faculty naturally lets drop the facts which are less flattering to our self-love - when it does not retain them carefully as subjects not to be approached, marshy spots with a warning flag over them.
George Eliot
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There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.
George Eliot
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Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection entertains a sacrifice. Our thoughts are often worse than we are, just as they are often better.
George Eliot
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Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.
George Eliot
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Steady work turns genius to a loom.
George Eliot
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But I think it is hardly an argument against a man's general strength of character, that he should be apt to be mastered by love. A fine constitution doesn't insure one against small-pox or any other of those inevitable diseases. A man may be very firm in other matters, and yet be under a sort of witchery from a woman.
George Eliot
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Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young. As angels are, ripening through endless years, On one he leans: some call her Memory, And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet, With deep mysterious accords: the other, Floating above, holds down a lamp with streams A light divine and searching on the earth, Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields, Yet clings with loving check, and shines anew, Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked But for Tradition; we walk evermore To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.
George Eliot
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Pity that consequences are determined not by excuses but by actions!
George Eliot
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Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not walk with his head hindmost, when what you need to know is the play of inward stimulus that sends him hither and thither in a network of possible paths?
George Eliot
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We cannot reform our forefathers.
George Eliot
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I care only to know, if possible, the lasting meaning that lies in all religious doctrine from the beginning till now.
George Eliot
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There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?
George Eliot
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Self-consciousness of the manner is the expensive substitute for simplicity.
George Eliot
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Life is so complicated a game that the devices of skill are liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistle-down.
George Eliot
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Every man who is not a monster, a mathematician, or a mad philosopher, is the slave of some woman or other.
George Eliot
