The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.
George EliotThere is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.
George EliotOne of the tortures of jealousy is, that it can never turn away its eyes from the thing that pains it.
George Eliot