Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.
George EliotNo anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.
George EliotItโs rather a strong check to oneโs self-complacency to find how much of oneโs right doing depends on not being in want of money.
George Eliot