Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
GEORGE ELIOTWill not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
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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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A good horse makes short miles.
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Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
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The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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“Heaven help us,” said the old religion; the new one, from its very lack of that faith, will teach us all the more to help one another.
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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.
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Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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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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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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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
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