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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music. ― George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss
The growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs. ― George Eliot, Middlemarch
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
I am not imposed upon by fine words; I can see what actions mean.
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