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 ELIOTWe are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one’s life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.
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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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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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After all, the true seeing is within.
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The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
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Souls live on in perpetual echoes.
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A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
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Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
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Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
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The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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