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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!
George Eliot -
The stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.
George Eliot
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But is it what we love, or how we love, That makes true good?
George Eliot -
Half the sorrows of women would be averted if they could repress the speech they know to be useless-nay, the speech they have resolved not to utter.
George Eliot -
A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.
George Eliot -
In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fiber of memory that can be touched to gentle issues.
George Eliot -
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.
George Eliot