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| " . . . I cannot help it; reason has nothing to do with it; I love her against reason--but who would as soon love me for my own sake, as she would love the beggar at the corner." | Charles Dickens | Our Mutual Friend |  |
| Yet, though love is thus an end in itself, it must be believed to be the means to another end if it is to assume the rosy hues of an unalloyed pleasure. | Thomas Hardy | Under the Greenwood Tree |  |
| "But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things. I should never marry myself, lest I bias my judgment." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Sign of The Four |  |
| Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marvelled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I should go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protection. So we stood hand in hand, like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Sign of The Four |  |
| "Detection is, or ought to be, an exact science, and should be treated in the same cold and unemotional manner. You have attempted to tinge it with romanticism, which produces much the same effect as if you worked a love-story or an elopement into the fifth proposition of Euclid." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Sign of The Four |  |
| Only now it had become indispensable to him to have her face pressed close to him; he could never let her go again. He could never let her head go away from the close clutch of his arm. He wanted to remain like that for ever, with his heart hurting him in a pain that was also life to him. | D. H. Lawrence | The Horse Dealer's Daughter |  |
| She lifted her face to him, and he bent forward and kissed her on the mouth, gently, with the one kiss that is an eternal pledge. And as he kissed her his heart strained again in his breast. He never intended to love her. But now it was over. He had crossed over the gulf to her, and all that he had left behind had shrivelled and become void. | D. H. Lawrence | The Horse Dealer's Daughter |  |
| " . . . the highest form of affection is based on full sincerity on both sides." | Thomas Hardy | Jude the Obscure |  |
| But the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands. | Gustave Flaubert | Madame Bovary |  |
| A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections. | George Eliot | Daniel Deronda |  |