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Quote by George Eliot
How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! I

How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice… – George Eliot

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Ive never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them. – George Eliot

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Vanity
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Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us. – George Eliot

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Infatuation
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One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymens miseries is to go and look at their pleasures. – George Eliot

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Till last by Philips farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever. – Alfred Lord Tennyson

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An individual human existence should be like a river – Bertrand Russell

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Rivers

Through this broad street, restless ever,
Ebbs and flows a human tide,
Wave on wave a living river;
Wealth and fashion side by side;
Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide. – John Greenleaf Whittier

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Rivers

I was born upon thy bank, river,
My blood flows in thy stream,
And thou meanderest forever
At the bottom of my dream. – Henry David Thoreau

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