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.
GEORGE ELIOTImpatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
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People are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool’s caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else’s are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
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There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
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Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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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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