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George Eliot's Sayings

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Day
24
Month
January
Year
1873
Copyright
Public Domain
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See the differenco between the imaression a man makes on you when you walk by bis side in familiar talk, or look at hini in his home, and tho figuro ho inakos whon scou from a lofty historioal leyol, or even in the eyoB of a eritical leighbor, who thinks of him as au embodied system or opinión rather than as a man. The beginning of hardship is like the ïrst taste of bitter food - it secms for a moment unbearable ; yet if' thero is nothmg elso to satisfy our hungcr, we take auother bite, and fiud it possibleto go on. The finest language, I bolieve, is chiefy made up of uiiiiiiposing words, such as " light," " sound," " stars," " musie " - words really not worth looking at, or learing, in themselves, any inoro than 'chips" or "sawdust;" it is only that they happen to bo the signs of soiuothing unspcakably great and bcautüul. "Wlieu death, the great reooneiler, has come it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our sovority. Thore is no despair so absoluto as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when wo have not yet known what it i# to have suffercd and be healed, to havo dospaired and to havo recovcred hope. The mother's yearning, thatoompletpst type of the lifo in another life which is the essenco of roal human love, feels the preaenoe oi the cherished child oven in tho base degraded man. In our timo of bitter suflfering thore are almost always thoso pauses, when our conaciousness is benumbed to everything but jome trivial percoption or sensatiou. It is as if semi-idiooy caine to give U9 rost from the meinory and the dread which ref use toleavo us in our Bleep.

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Old News
Michigan Argus