It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

Quote by George Eliot

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We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.

We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.

The reward of one duty done is the power to fulfill another

The reward of one duty done is the power to fulfill another

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest...

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest...

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

I like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved.

I like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am...

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am...

I like trying to get pregnant. I'm not so sure about childbirth.

I like trying to get pregnant. I'm not so sure about childbirth.

Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.

Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.

All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end...

All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end...

Consequences are unpitying.

Consequences are unpitying.

No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we...

No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we...

The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast...

The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast...

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to...

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to...

That's what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure one...

That's what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure one...

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect...

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect...

Excessive literary production is a social offense.

Excessive literary production is a social offense.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a...

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a...