There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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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Consequences are unpitying.
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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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There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
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The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
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Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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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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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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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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Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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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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