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Love is such a simple thing when we have only one-and-twenty summers and a sweet girl of seventeen trembles under our glance, as if she were a bud first opening her heart with wondering rapture to the morning. Such

Love is such a simple thing when we have only one-and-twenty summers and a sweet girl of seventeen trembles under our glance, as if she were a bud first opening her heart with wondering rapture to the morning. Such young unfurrowed souls roll to meet each other like two velvet peaches that touch softly and are at rest; they mingle as easily as two brooklets that ask for nothing but to entwine themselves and ripple with ever-interlacing curves in the leafiest hiding-places.

George Eliot
Love, Summer, Girl
George Eliot (2016). “Adam Bede: Top Novelist Focus”, p.113, 谷月社

Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another! Not calculable by algebra, not deducible by logic, but mysterious, effectual, mighty as the hidden process by which the tiny seed is quickened, and bursts forth into tall stem and broad leaf, and glowing tasseled flower.

George Eliot
Love, Flower, Blessed
George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.3798, Delphi Classics

We look at the one little woman's face we love, as we look at the face of our mother earth, and see all sorts of answers to our own yearnings.

George Eliot
Love, Mother, Looks
GEORGE ELIOT (1860). “ADAM BEDE”, p.177

Great Love has many attributes, and shrines For varied worshippers, but his force divine Shows most its many-named fulness in the man Whose nature multitudinously mixed-- Each ardent impulse grappling with a thought-- Resists all easy gladness, all content Save mystic rapture, where the questioning soul Flooded with consciousness of good that is Finds life one bounteous answer.

George Eliot
Love, Men, Soul
George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.4145, Delphi Classics

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

George Eliot
Love, Vanity, Literature
George Eliot (2016). “Daniel Deronda”, p.107, Open Road Media

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
Love, Heart, Caring
George Eliot (2016). “Daniel Deronda: Top Novelist Focus”, p.690, 谷月社

Among the blessings of love there is hardly one more exquisite than the sense that in uniting the beloved life to ours we can watch over its happiness, bring comfort where hardship was, and over memories of privation and suffering open the sweetest fountains of joy.

George Eliot
Love, Memories, Blessing
George Eliot (2009). “Daniel Deronda”, p.693, Oxford Paperbacks

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