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.
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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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
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It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.
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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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One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
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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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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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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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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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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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