Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. – George Eliot
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love. – George Eliot

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. – George Eliot
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love. – George Eliot
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. – George Eliot
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion. – George Eliot