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For strong souls
Live like fire-hearted suns; to spend their strength
In furthest striving action.
Topic: Action
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. IV)
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A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain
To feel much anger.
Topic: Anger
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)
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Anger seek it prey,--
Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw,
Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love
To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.
Topic: Anger
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)
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Whatever is begun in anger ends in shame.
Topic: Anger
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)
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A blush is no language: only a dubious flag-signal which may
mean either of two contradictories.
Topic: Blushes
Source: Daniel Deronda (bk. V, ch. XXXV)
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Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no
memories of outlived sorrow.
Topic: Childhood
Source: The Mill on the Floss (bk. I, ch. IX)
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The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice.
Topic: Choice
Source: Daniel Deronda (bk. VI, ch. XLII)
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I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they
carry their comfort about with them.
Topic: Conceit
Source: The Mill on the Floss (bk. V, ch. IV)
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
Topic: Deeds
Source: Adam Bede (ch. XXIX)
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Our deeds still travel with us from afar.
And what we have been makes us what we are.
Topic: Deeds
Source: Motto to Middlemarch (ch. LXX)
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The dew-bead
Gem of earth and sky begotten.
Topic: Dew
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I, song)
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What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
Topic: Distrust
Source: Middlemarch (bk. V, ch. XLIV)
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And rank for her meant duty, various,
Yet equal in its worth, done worthily.
Command was service; humblest service done
By willing and discerning souls was glory.
Topic: Duty
Source: Agatha
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The reward of one duty is the power to fulfil another.
Topic: Duty
Source: Daniel Deronda (bk. VI, ch. XLVI)
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Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far,
The voice divine of human loyalty.
Topic: Echo
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. IV, l. 149)
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Fate has carried me
'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand--
Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast
To pierce another.
Topic: Fate
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III)
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We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions
in their danger.
Topic: Fear
Source: The Mill on the Floss (bk. VII, ch. V)
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The moment of finding a fellow-creature is often as full of
mingled doubt and exultation, as the moment of finding an idea.
Topic: Feeling
Source: Daniel Deronda (bk. II, ch. XVII)
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The tread
Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher
Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause,
And hears them never pause, but pass and die.
Topic: Footsteps
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III)
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Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes
of those who diffuse it; it proves nothing but the bad taste of
the smoker.
Topic: Gossip
Source: Daniel Deronda (bk. II, ch. XIII)
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No great deed is done
By falterers who ask for certainty.
Topic: Greatness
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I, 56th line from end)
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To be great is to be misunderstood.
Topic: Greatness
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I, 56th line from end)
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When you see fair hair
Be pitiful.
Topic: Hair
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. IV)
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There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.
Topic: Hatred
Source: Felix Holt (introduction)
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Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.
Topic: Ignorance
Source: Daniel Deronda (bk. II, ch. XIII)
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All our ignorance brings us closer to death.
Topic: Ignorance
Source: Daniel Deronda (bk. II, ch. XIII)
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Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another.
Topic: Influence
Source: Janet's Repentance (ch. XIX)
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O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
For miserable aims that end with self.
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man's search
To vaster issues.
Topic: Influence
Source: O May I Join the Choir Invisible
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Where you have friends you should not go to inns.
Topic: Inns
Source: Agatha
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Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their
objects than love.
Topic: Jealousy
Source: The Mill on the Floss (bk. I, ch. X)
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Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience
that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
Topic: Jealousy
Source: The Mill on the Floss (bk. VI, ch. X)
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak,
Say what words fail of.
Topic: Jewels
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)
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Our joy is dead, and only smiles on us.
Topic: Joy
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III)
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We judge other according to results; how else?--not knowing the
process by which results are arrived at.
Topic: Judgment
Source: The Mill on the Floss (bk. VII, ch. II)
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Kisses honeyed by oblivion.
Topic: Kisses
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III, l. 251 from end of bk.)
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As they who make
Good luck a god count all unlucky men.
Topic: Luck
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)
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The worst of misery
Is when a nature framed for noblest things
Condemns itself in youth to petty joys,
And, sore athirst for air, breathes scanty life
Gasping from out the shallows.
Topic: Misery
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III)
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What makes like dreary is the want of motive.
Topic: Motive
Source: Daniel Deronda (bk. VIII, ch. LXV)
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O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.
Topic: Night
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)
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Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening hours,--
Whisperings, wooings,
Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings
In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills!
Dark the night
Yet is she bright,
For in her dark she brings the mystic star,
Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love,
From some unknown afar.
Topic: Night
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I, song)
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In every parting there is an image of death.
Topic: Parting
Source: Amos Barton (ch. X)
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All things journey: sun and moon,
Morning, noon, and afternoon,
Night and all her stars;
'Twixt the east and western bars
Round they journey,
Come and go!
We go with them!
Topic: Progress
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. III, song)
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That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own
wrong-doing.
Topic: Punishment
Source: Daniel Deronda (bk. V, ch. XXXVI)
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Two angels guide
The path of man, both aged and yet young.
As angels are, ripening through endless years,
On one he leans: some call her Memory,
And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet,
With deep mysterious accords: the other,
Floating above, holds down a lamp with streams
A light divine and searching on the earth,
Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields,
Yet clings with loving check, and shines anew,
Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp
Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked
But for Tradition; we walk evermore
To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.
Topic: Reason
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. II)
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Consequences are unpitying. Our deeds carry their terrible
consequences, quite apart from any fluctuations that went
before--consequences that are hardly ever confined to ourselves.
Topic: Results
Source: Adam Bede (ch. XVI)
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A man's a man,
But when you see a king, you see the work
Of many thousand men.
Topic: Royalty
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. I)
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Susceptible persons are more affected by a change of tone that by
unexpected words.
Topic: Sensibility
Source: Adam Bede (ch. XXVII)
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I couldn't live in peace if I put the shadow of a wilful sin
between myself and God.
Topic: Sin
Source: The Mill on the Floss (bk. VI, ch. XIV)
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There are . . . robberies that leave man or woman forever
beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.
Topic: Slander
Source: Felix Holt (introduction)
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The devil tempts us not--'tis we tempt him,
Reckoning his skill with opportunity.
Topic: Temptation
Source: Felix Holt (ch. XLVII)
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