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The doubts of love are never to be wholly overcome they grow with its various anxieties, timidities, and tenderness, and are the very fruits of the reverence in which the admired object is beheld.
Jane Porter
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Jane Porter
Age: 74 †
Born: 1776
Born: January 17
Died: 1850
Died: May 24
Novelist
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Durham
England
Love
Anxiety
Doubts
Fruit
Distrust
Various
Wholly
Objects
Tenderness
Beheld
Grow
Reverence
Anxieties
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Overcome
Timidity
Grows
Overcoming
Admired
Never
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Fruits
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I never yet heard man or woman much abused, that I was not inclined to think the better of them and to transfer any suspicion or dislike, to the person who appeared to take delight in pointing out the defects of a fellow-creature.
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Don't live to please others. Don't think everyone else knows what's right or true. Listen to yourself, and be true to yourself. That way, no matter what else happens in life, you will always have your self-respect.
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Compulsion hardly restores right love yields all things.
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The best manner of avenging ourselves is by not resembling him who has injured us.
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Life is a warfare and he who easily desponds deserts a double duty--he betrays the noblest property of man, which is dauntless resolution and he rejects the providence of that All-Gracious Being who guides and rules the universe.
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Beauty of form affects the mind, but then it must be understood that it is not the mere shell that we admire we are attracted by the idea that this shell is only a beautiful case adjusted to the shape and value of a still more beautiful pearl within. The perfection of outward loveliness is the soul shining through its crystalline covering.
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National antipathy is the basest, because the most illiberal and illiterate of all prejudices.
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However you disguise slavery, it is slavery still. Its chains, though wreathed with roses, not only fasten on the body but rivet on the mind.
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Be shocking, be daring, be bold, be passionate.
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The fruition of what is unlawful must be followed by remorse. The core sticks in the throat after the apple is eaten, and the sated appetite loathes the interdicted pleasure for which innocence was bartered.
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Dr. Johnson has said that the chief glory of a country arises from its authors. But then that is only as they are oracles of wisdom unless they teach virtue, they are more worthy of a halter than of the laurel.
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