There is nothing worse than the feeling that no one cares whether we exist or not, that no one is interested in what we have to say about life, and that the world can continue turning without our awkward presence.

Our leaders, our government is us, all of us, so if they’re venal and weak it’s because we are.

Gina has always regarded relationships as shifty business: count on nothing, nothing is forever.

Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?

Written By George Eliot

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