Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
GEORGE ELIOTPeople 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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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
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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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… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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I don’t want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.
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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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Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
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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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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
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I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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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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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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