It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
GEORGE ELIOTThe darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
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Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.
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The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.
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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
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Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
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We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
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There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.
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There are many victories worse than a defeat.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
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Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty – it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
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