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We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
George Eliot
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If people will be censors, let them weigh their words. I mean that the words were unfair by that disproportionateness of the condemnation, which everybody with some conscience must feel to be one of the great difficulties in denouncing a particular person. Every unpleasant dog is only one of many, but we kick him because he comes in our way, and there is always some want of distributive justice in the kicking.
George Eliot
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Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
George Eliot
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Hear Everything and judge for yourself.
George Eliot
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Shepperton Church was a very different looking building five-and-twenty years ago. To be sure, its substantial stone tower looks at you through its intelligent eye, the clock, with the friendly expression of former days; but in everything else what changes!
George Eliot
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For years after Lydgate remembered the impression produced in him by this involuntary appeal-this cry from soul to soul, without other consciousness than their moving with kindred natures in the same embroiled medium, the same troublous fitfully-illuminated life.
George Eliot
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We judge other according to results; how else?--not knowing the process by which results are arrived at.
George Eliot
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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
George Eliot
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When we are dead : it is the living only who cannot be forgiven the living only from whom men's indulgence and reverence are held off, like the rain by the hard east wind .
George Eliot
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Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.
George Eliot
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The Press has no band of critics who go the round of the churches and chapels, and are on the watch for a slip or defect in the preacher, to make a 'feature' in their article: the clergy are, practically, the most irresponsible of all talkers.
George Eliot
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Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.
George Eliot
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A man falling into dark waters seeks a momentary footing even on sliding stones.
George Eliot
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How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love? Are their first poems their best? or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, their larger experience, their deeper-rooted affections? The boy's flute-like voice has its own spring charm; but the man should yield a richer, deeper music.
George Eliot
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How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne and flows by the path of obedience.
George Eliot
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Joy is the best of wine.
George Eliot
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It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness-calling their denial knowledge.
George Eliot
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Life is like our game at whist ... I don't enjoy the game much, but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.
George Eliot
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The moment of finding a fellow-creature is often as full of mingled doubt and exultation, as the moment of finding an idea.
George Eliot
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Trouble always seems heavier when it is only one's thought and not one's bodily activity that is employed about it.
George Eliot
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There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.
George Eliot
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The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.
George Eliot
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A serious ape whom none take seriously,Obliged in this fool's world to earn his nutsBy hard buffoonery.
George Eliot
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Beauty is part of the finished language by which goodness speaks.
George Eliot
