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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.

George Eliot

In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past-sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
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Bed Oppressive Yesterday
Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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Build Down Ignorancem Hour Knowledge Pull Slowly
A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
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Always Disposition Meaner Patronizing Side
Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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Beginning Ending Every Limit Well
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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Better Breakfast Day Live Moment Other Time
We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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Been Come Duty Find Have Make Must Out
It’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.
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Be Late Meant never To Too
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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Bever Creature Eyes Lovelier Mind Old Other Shall Shriveleld Uglier Watch
These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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Fail Gem Life Say Speak Them World
We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.
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Been Children Could Eath Loved never Well
Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing.
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Better Degree False Impression Life Live Precious Quitely Some Spend Under Unweaving Wear
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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Flower Humanity Smile Sunshine
The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
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Darkest Earth Fell Keenly Light Made Night Star Start Upon
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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Call Despair Eagerness Hope Painful Unfed
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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Also Like Love Mind Same Sure Told
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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City Country Funeral Hemisphere History Image Move Past Procession Seem Strange Visible
Your trouble’s easy borne when everybody gives it a lift for you.
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Borne Easy Everybody Give Lift Trouble You
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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Beyond Enough Grave Large Like Love Only Realism Silence
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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Come Earth Great never Repent Severity Tenderness
Justice is like the kingdom of God–it is not without us as a fact, it is within us as a great yearning.
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God Great Justice Kingdome Without Yearning
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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Acquaintance Day Like New Next One Sure Them Will
After all, the true seeing is within.
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After Seeing True Withing
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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Delight Divide Idea Journey Life New One Seem Suggest Two Unspeakable
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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Dead Forgotten never Our Them Until
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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Being Friend Get Good Into Nonsense Quarrel Rage Sometimes
Character is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
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Character Cut Marble Something Unalterable
It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
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Against Fight Fog Ignorance Interpretation Unless Whip

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