Quotes about Perspective
Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot?
— George Eliot
To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing—to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
— George Eliot
No, dear, no, said Dorothea, stroking her sister's cheek. Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another.
— George Eliot
Having once embarked on your marital voyage, it is impossible not to be aware that you make no way and that the sea is not within sight - that, in fact, you are exploring a closed basin.
— George Eliot
Those who are not of this world can do little else to arrest the errors of the obstinately worldly.
— George Eliot
the colossi whose huge legs our living pettiness is observed to walk under
— George Eliot
One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.
— George Eliot
People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes;
— George Eliot
It would be very petty of us who are well and can bear things, to think much of small offences from those who carry a weight of trial.
— George Eliot
Ah, I often think it's wi' th' old folks as it is wi' the babbies, said Mrs. Poyser; they're satisfied wi' looking, no matter what they're looking at. It's God A'mighty's way o' quietening 'em, I reckon, afore they go to sleep.
— George Eliot
But as to listening to what one lawyer says without asking another—I wonder at a man o' your cleverness, Mr. Dill. It's well known there's always two sides, if no more; else who'd go to law, I should like to know?
— George Eliot
What was fresh to her mind was worn out to his; and such capacity of thought and feeling as had ever been stimulated in him by the general life of mankind had long shrunk to a sort of dried preparation, a lifeless embalmment of knowledge.
— George Eliot