Go forward with joyful confidence.
George EliotRead
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.
Interpretation
Love encompasses deep feelings and cares that surpass external joys.
In this quote, George Eliot reflects on the nature of love, suggesting that the cares and responsibilities that come with loving someone deeply are ultimately more fulfilling and valuable than any fleeting happiness one might find outside of that love. It emphasizes the profound connection and commitment that define true love, highlighting that the emotional weight we carry for our loved ones enriches our lives far beyond any material or superficial joys.
In practice
In a wedding speech, one might say, 'As George Eliot said, love is an enfolding of cares that brings true joy.'
Go forward with joyful confidence.
You must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin. And the other is, you must not be ashamed of your work, and think it would be more honorable to you to be doing something else. You must have a pride in your own work and in learning to do it well.
She thought it was part of the hardship of her life that there was laid upon her the burthen of larger wants than others seemed to feel β that she had to endure this wide hopeless yearning for that something, whatever it was, that was greatest and best on this earth.
Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.
Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.
We turned onto the last landing. Going out with this guy, I thought, would involve a lot of silly laughter, some wit--the buzz of his whispered wisecracks in my ear. But there would be as well his willingness to reveal, or more his inability to conceal, that he had been silently rehearsing my name as he climbed the stairs behind me. There would be his willingness to bestow upon me the power to reassure him. He would trust me with his happiness.
Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.
A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.
There is a power in love that our world has not discovered yet. Jesus discovered it centuries ago. Mahatma Gandhi of India discovered it a few years ago, but most men and most women never discover it. For they believe in hitting for hitting; they believe in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth; they believe in hating for hating; but Jesus comes to us and says, 'This isn't the way.'
They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.
Having achieved and accomplished love... man... has become himself, his tale is told.
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