The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
GEORGE ELIOT
What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
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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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It’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.
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Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.
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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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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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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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My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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One can say everything best over a meal.
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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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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 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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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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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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