That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don’t quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil — widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.
GEORGE ELIOTWe 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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The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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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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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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Those who trust us educate us.
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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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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
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A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
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After all, the true seeing is within.
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I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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Men outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.
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Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
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