After all, the true seeing is within.
GEORGE ELIOTThe golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
More George Eliot Quotes
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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind – the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.
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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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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
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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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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.
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Trouble’s made us kin.
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It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
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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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