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How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love? Are their first poems their best? Or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, their larger experience, their deeper-rooted affections?<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0<\/span>Adam Bede<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0<\/span>George Eliot<\/a><\/p>\n These fellow-mortals, every one, must be accepted as they are: you can neither straighten their noses, nor brighten their wit, nor rectify their dispositions; and it is these people–amongst whom your life is passed–that it is needful you should tolerate, pity, and love: it is these more or less ugly, stupid, inconsistent people whose movements of goodness you should be able to admire–for whom you should cherish all possible hopes, all possible patience.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0<\/span>Adam Bede<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0<\/span>George Eliot<\/a><\/p>\n 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.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0<\/span>Adam Bede<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0<\/span>George Eliot<\/a><\/p>\n A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0<\/span>Daniel Deronda<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0<\/span>George Eliot<\/a><\/p>\n She and Stephen were in that stage of courtship which makes the most exquisite moment of youth, the freshest blossom-time of passion,–when each is sure of the other’s love, but no formal declaration has been made, and all is mutual divination, exalting the most trivial word, the lightest gesture, into thrills delicate and delicious as wafted jasmine scent.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0<\/span>The Mill on the Floss<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0<\/span>George Eliot<\/a><\/p>\n How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love? Are their first poems their best? Or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, …<\/span> <\/p>\n ","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3010,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[644,683,395,248,516],"class_list":["post-3009","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-everything-else","tag-adam-bede","tag-daniel-deronda","tag-george-eliot","tag-love-quotes","tag-the-mill-on-the-floss"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3009","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3009"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3009\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3010"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3009"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3009"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3009"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}See More Love Quotes from Literature<\/a><\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"