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.
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If I had time in a bottle, if words could make wishes come true, I'd save everyday for eternity passes. And then I would spend them with you.
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