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The beauty of a lovely woman is like music.
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A good horse makes short miles.
George Eliot
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It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream.
George Eliot -
Beauty is part of the finished language by which goodness speaks.
George Eliot -
Of a truth, Knowledge is power, but it is a power reined by scruple, having a conscience of what must be and what may be. . . .
George Eliot -
A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.
George Eliot -
Surely there was something taught her by this experience of great need; and she must be learning a secret of human tenderness and long-suffering, that the less erring could hardly know?
George Eliot -
Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.
George Eliot
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But is it what we love, or how we love, That makes true good?
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There are two ways of speaking an audience will always like: one is, to tell them what they don't understand; and the other is, to tell them what they're used to.
George Eliot -
The early months of marriage often are times of critical tumult,--whether that of a shrimp pool or of deeper water,--which afterwards subside into cheerful peace.
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The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
George Eliot -
I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
George Eliot -
In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fiber of memory that can be touched to gentle issues.
George Eliot
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When a homemaking aunt scolds a niece for following her evangelistic passion instead of domestic pursuits, her reply is interesting. First, she clarifies that God's individual call on her doesn't condemn those in more conventional roles. Then, she says she can no more ignore the cry of the lost than her aunt can the cry of her child.
George Eliot -
There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born.
George Eliot -
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 Eliot -
Your trouble's easy borne when everybody gives it a lift for you.
George Eliot -
All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!
George Eliot -
Ignorance ... is a painless evil; so, I should think, is dirt, considering the merry faces that go along with it.
George Eliot
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Half the sorrows of women would be averted if they could repress the speech they know to be useless-nay, the speech they have resolved not to utter.
George Eliot -
We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
George Eliot -
Hopes have precarious life. They are oft blighted, withered, snapped sheer off In vigorous growth and turned to rottenness.
George Eliot -
The stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.
George Eliot