Indeed, often when you love, you take in a whole person, sometimes in an instant, and don’t create a composite of features and qualities. And much of what you respond to is intangible and even invisible.  

How did he look?  What like was he?  Was he well-favoured?  It be hard to say.  There are no looks in love, no outward seeming, no telling over of features. 

Source: Mary Webb, Precious Bane (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1981), p. 95

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