A Quote by George Eliot

No compliment can be eloquent, except as an expression of indifference. — © George Eliot
No compliment can be eloquent, except as an expression of indifference.
Who doesn't love a compliment? But every compliment comes with a warning: Beware—Do Not Overuse. Go ahead, sniff your compliment. Take a little sip. But don't chew, don't swallow. If you do, you risk abandoning the good work that inspired the compliment in the first place. If that happens, maybe it was the compliment and not the job well done that you were aiming for all along.
Birds are, perhaps, the most eloquent expression of reality.
Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling. Silent is the eloquent expression of the inexpressible.
Indifference elicits no response. Indifference is not a response. Indifference is not a beginning; it is an end. And, therefore, indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor - never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten.
Flowers are an easy, eloquent expression of love at a time when words can seem clumsy and inadequate.
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.
Everything is pathology, except for indifference.
No man was ever eloquent by trying to be eloquent, but only by being so.
I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
Except a person be part coward, it is not a compliment to say he is brave.
The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Indifference creates evil. Hatred is evil itself. Indifference is what allows evil to be strong, what gives it power.
The expression of a gentleman's face is not so much that of refinement, as of flexibility, not of sensibility and enthusiasm as of indifference; it argues presence of mind rather than enlargement of ideas.
Type is one of the most eloquent means of expression in every epoch of style. Next to architecture, it gives the most characteristic portrait of a period and the most severe testimony of a nation's intellectual status.
But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.
There is some virtue in almost every vice, except hypocrisy; and even that, while it is a mockery of virtue, is at the same time a compliment to it.
Indifference of every kind is reprehensible, even indifference towards one's self.
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