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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds ...
George Eliot
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
George Eliot
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You are discontented with the world because you can't get just the small things that suit your pleasure, not because it's a world where myriads of men and women are ground by wrong and misery, and tainted with pollution.
George Eliot
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We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves.
George Eliot
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That big muscular frame of his held plenty of animal courage, but helped him to no decision when the dangers to be braved were such as could neither be knocked down nor throttled.
George Eliot
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The fact is, both callers and work thicken - the former sadly interfering with the latter.
George Eliot
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Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.
George Eliot
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
George Eliot
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Don't let us rejoice in punishment, even when the hand of God alone inflicts it. The best of us are but poor wretches, just saved from shipwreck. Can we feel anything but awe and pity when we see a fellow-passenger swallowed by the waves?
George Eliot
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It belongs to every large nature, when it is not under the immediate power of some strong unquestioning emotion, to suspect itself, and doubt the truth of its own impressions, conscious of possibilities beyond its own horizon.
George Eliot
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As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.
George Eliot
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
George Eliot
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A peasant can no more help believing in a traditional superstition than a horse can help trembling when be sees a camel.
George Eliot
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Net the large fish and you are sure to have the small fry.
George Eliot
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. . . 'there's allays two 'pinions; there's the 'pinion a man has of himsen, and there's the 'pinion other folks have on him. There'd be two 'pinions about a cracked bell, if the bell could hear itself.'
George Eliot
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Creeds of terror.
George Eliot
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Ignorance is not so damnable as humbug, but when it prescribes pills it may happen to do more harm.
George Eliot
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Signs are small measurable things, but interpretations are illimitable, and in girls of sweet, ardent nature, every sign is apt to conjure up wonder, hope, belief, vast as a sky, and colored by a thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge....wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags, we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. Just because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust, it is not therefore clear that Mr. Casaubon was unworthy of it.
George Eliot
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A child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts." —WORDSWORTH.
George Eliot
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Satan was a blunderer ... who made a stupendous failure. If he had succeeded, we should all have been worshipping him, and his portrait would have been more flattering.
George Eliot
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You must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin. And the other is, you must not be ashamed of your work, and think it would be more honorable to you to be doing something else. You must have a pride in your own work and in learning to do it well.
George Eliot
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There is something strangely winning to most women in that offer of the firm arm; the help is not wanted physically at that moment, but the sense of help, the presence of strength that is outside them and yet theirs, meets a continual want of the imagination.
George Eliot
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The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence; it enlarges the imagined range for self to move in: but in after years it can only continue to be joy on the same terms as other long-lived love--that is, by much suppression of self, and power of living in the experience of another.
George Eliot
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O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence; live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's search To vaster issues.
George Eliot
