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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

George Eliot

Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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Behold Clearness Common Enshrouldm Other Envelop Mist Ourselves Seem Walk
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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Begab Face Life Love Mother Walk
It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
GEORGE ELIOT

Anything Believe Common Eye Hard Kindle Long Own Some Together Worth
There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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Kill Once Suspicious
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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Bind Duty Lie Pst Us
Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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Abstain Bless Evidence Fact Man Nothing Say Wordy
I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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Chock Love Men Other Thought
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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Country Deal Great Unmapped Within
We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
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Act Bear Been Content Day Grief Our Silence Suffer Were
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
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Ame Interpreter Longer Raed Rather Same Story Use
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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City Country Funeral Hemisphere History Image Move Past Procession Seem Strange Visible
Will 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.
GEORGE ELIOT

Close Glory Leave Margin See Speck Tiny Vision
Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
GEORGE ELIOT

Call Companion Joy Noth Perpetual Present Sorrow
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.
GEORGE ELIOT

Chaff Content Friend Gentile Grain Hand Heart Know Many Own Pour Together
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
GEORGE ELIOT

Angel Come Golden Know Life Moment Nothing Only Part Rush See Stream Vista
We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
GEORGE ELIOT

Act Feel Know More People Us Want

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