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Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.
George Eliot
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George Eliot
Age: 61 †
Born: 1819
Born: November 22
Died: 1880
Died: December 22
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Speech may be barren but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.
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There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?
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There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.
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People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.
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When a homemaking aunt scolds a niece for following her evangelistic passion instead of domestic pursuits, her reply is interesting. First, she clarifies that God's individual call on her doesn't condemn those in more conventional roles. Then, she says she can no more ignore the cry of the lost than her aunt can the cry of her child.
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The beauty of a lovely woman is like music ... the rounded neck, the dimpled arm, move us by something more than their prettiness--by their close kinship with all we have known of tenderness and peace.
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... one's own faults are always a heavy chain to drag through life and one can't help groaning under the weight now and then.
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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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There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.
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Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.
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All our ignorance brings us closer to death.
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In the love of a brave and faithful man there is always a strain of maternal tenderness he gives out again those beams of protecting fondness which were shed on him as he lay on his mother's knee.
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There is much pain that is quite noiseless and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.
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Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.
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Susceptible persons are more affected by a change of tone that by unexpected words.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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I tell you there isn't a thing under the sun that needs to be done at all, but what a man can do better than a woman, unless it's bearing children, and they do that in a poor make-shift way it had better ha been left to the men.
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Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again the parted hills are left scarred if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.
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Expenditure--like ugliness and errors--becomes a totally new thing when we attach our own personality to it, and measure it by that wide difference which is manifest (in our own sensations) between ourselves and others.
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The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer.
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