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There was nothing financial, still less sordid, in her previsions: she cared about what were considered refinements, and not about the money that was to pay for them.
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George Eliot |
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it is a comfortable disposition leading us to expect that the wisdom of providence or the folly of our friends, the mysteries of luck or the still greater mystery of our high individual value in the universe, will bring about agreeable issues, such as are consistent with our good taste in costume, and our general preference for the best style of thing.
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George Eliot |
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For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind, like a thick summer haze, over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.
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George Eliot |
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Tom's contemptuous conception of a girl included the attribute of being unfit to walk in dirty places.
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George Eliot |
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for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
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George Eliot |
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Every nerve and muscle in Rosamond was adjusted to the consciousness that she was being looked at. She was by nature an actress of parts that entered into her physique: she even acted her own character, and so well, that she did not know it to be precisely her own.)
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George Eliot |
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That is one reason why I did not like the pictures here, dear uncle-which you think me stupid about. I used to come from the village with all that dirt and coarse ugliness like a pain within me, and the simpering pictures in the drawing-room seemed to me like a wicked attempt to find delight in what is false,
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George Eliot |
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Observing these people narrowly, even when the iron hand of misfortune has shaken them from their unquestioning hold on the world, one sees little trace of religion, still less of a distinctively Christian creed. Their belief in the unseen, so far as it manifests itself at all, seems to be rather of a pagan kind; their moral notions, though held with strong tenacity, seem to have no standard beyond hereditary custom.
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George Eliot |
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Language gives a fuller image, which is all the better for beings vague. After all, the true seeing is within
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George Eliot |
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Meanwhile, in Genoa, the noons were getting hotter, the converging outer roads getting deeper with white dust, the oleanders in the tubs along the wayside gardens looking more and more like fatigued holiday-makers, and the sweet evening changing her office - scattering abroad those whom the mid-day had sent under shelter, and sowing all paths with happy social sounds, little tinklings of mule-bells and whirrings of thrumbed strings, light f..
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George Eliot |
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I'm very fond of you, Maggie; I shall never forget you," said Philip, "and when I'm very unhappy, I shall always think of you, and wish I had a sister with dark eyes, just like yours." --
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George Eliot |
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The growth of higher feeling within us is like the growth of faculty, bringing with it a sense of added strength. We can no more wish to return to a narrower sympathy than a painter or a musician can wish to return to his cruder manner, or a philosopher to his less complete formula.
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George Eliot |
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His tall figure, the distinguished simplicity of his air--it was a living Vandyke, a cavalier, one of his noble cavalier ancestors, or one to whom her fancy had always likened him, who long of yore had with an Umfraville fought the Paynim far beyond the sea. Was this reality?" Very little like it, certainly."
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George Eliot |
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The cubic feet of oxygen yearly swallowed by a full-grown man - what a shudder they might have created in some Middlemarch circles! 'Oxygen! nobody knows what that may be - is it any wonder the cholera has got to Dantzic?
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George Eliot |
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He has got no good red blood in his body," said Sir James. "No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying glass, and it was all semicolons and parentheses," said Mrs. Cadwallader."
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humor
wit
sarcasm
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George Eliot |
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folks as have no mind to be o' use have allays the luck to be out o' the road when there's anything to be done.
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George Eliot |
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There was no keenness in the eyes; they seemed rather to be shedding love than making observations; they had the liquid look which tells that the mind is full of what it has to give out, rather than impressed by external objects.
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discipleship
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George Eliot |
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Fielding lived when the days were longer (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.
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George Eliot |
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The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine.
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George Eliot |
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Fred fancied that he saw to the bottom of his uncle Featherstone's soul, though in reality half what he saw there was no more than the reflex of his own inclinations. The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.
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George Eliot |
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If you want to slip into a round hole, you must make a ball of yourself--that's where it is.
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George Eliot |
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The 'History of the Devil,' by Daniel Defoe,-not quite the right book for a little girl," said Mr. Riley. "How came it among your books, Mr. Tulliver?"
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George Eliot |
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When Maggie laid down her work at night, it was her habit to get a low stool and sit by her father's knee, leaning her cheek against it. How she wished he would stroke her head, or give some sign that he was soothed by the sense that he had a daughter who loved him! But now she got no answer to her little caresses, either from her father or from Tom,-the two idols of her life. Tom was weary and abstracted in the short intervals when he was ..
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George Eliot |
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Why should I not marry the man who loves me, if I love him?" said Catherine. To her the effort was something like the leap of a woman from the deck into the lifeboat. "It"
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George Eliot |
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If art does not enlarge men's sympathies, it does nothing morally.
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George Eliot |
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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
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George Eliot |
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Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.
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George Eliot |
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Worldly faces, never look so worldly as at a funeral.
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George Eliot |
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Who can proveDulness intuitive declares wit dull?
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George Eliot |
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Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.
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George Eliot |
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It's but little good you'll do a-watering the last year's crop.
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George Eliot |
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We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.
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George Eliot |
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There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it."
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George Eliot |
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One can say everything best over a meal.
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George Eliot |
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Come in, Adam, and rest; it has been a hard day for thee.
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George Eliot |
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He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
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George Eliot |
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Howiver, I'm not denyin' the women are foolish: God Almighty made 'em to match the men.
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George Eliot |
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The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.
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George Eliot |
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Better spend an extra hundred or two on your son's education, than leave it him in your will.
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George Eliot |
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We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it...
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George Eliot |
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Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.
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George Eliot |
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no sort of duplicity can long flourish without the help of vocal falsehoods
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George Eliot |
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Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand - ...
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George Eliot |
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But veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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George Eliot |