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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.

George Eliot

It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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Always Become Could Late never Person Thought
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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Dreary Life Make Motive Want
I think I dislike what I don’t like more than I like what I like.
GEORGE ELIOT

Dislike Do Like More Think What
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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Afford Fate Instruments Melodies Once Religious Set Some Sort Taken Up Woefully
We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
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Children Know led Way
A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
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Chaff Content Friend Gentile Grain Hand Heart Know Many Own Pour Together
One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
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Happy Learn Many One Spend Year
I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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Chock Love Men Other Thought
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
GEORGE ELIOT

Autumn Delicious Soul Very Wedded
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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Bed Oppressive Yesterday
Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
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Decide Stick Think What
It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
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Better Condemn Much Paradon Surely Too
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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Delight Divide Idea Journey Life New One Seem Suggest Two Unspeakable
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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Beyond Enough Grave Large Like Love Only Realism Silence
Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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Beyond Flourish Parqdice Plant Seed Veracity Wall
I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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Fly Futter None Way

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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