After all, the true seeing is within.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
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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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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
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The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
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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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Consequences are unpitying.
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If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.
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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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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.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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