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
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. – George Eliot
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. – George Eliot