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Eliza Cook

"How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart."

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"How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart."

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"It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see."

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"It is the heart that makes a man rich. He is rich according to what he is, not according to what he has."

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"The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences."

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"The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!"

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"One hearty laugh together will bring enemies into a closer communion of heart than hours spent on both sides in inward wrestling with the mental demon of uncharitable feeling."

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"Wherever you go, go with all your heart."

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"Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart."

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"The bashful are always aggressive at heart."

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"Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?"

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