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
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Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly. – George Eliot
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope. – George Eliot
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