“Those who search for intimacy with others are reacting to this longing. They think another human will fulfill them. But how many of us have actually ever been totally fulfilled by another person?”
Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee, The Pain of Separation
(via Bittersweet, Susan Cain)
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Of them all, it was the true love. Of them all, it was the best. That other, that sumptuous love which made one drunk, which one longed for, envied, believed in, that was not life. It was what life was seeking; it was a suspension of life. But to be close to a child, for whom one spent everything, whose life was protected and nourished by one’s own, to have that child beside one, at peace, was the real, the deepest, the only joy.
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“I was at Peter and Catherine’s last night. He’s really a marvelous man. Of course they asked about you.” “How are they?” “Well, you know, their life is very curious. Their affection for each other isn’t very great, and yet they’re devoted.” He paused. “I suppose we were something like that.” “Well, everybody is.”
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“Do you live in the city?” she asked. “Yes.” In the city and alone. That was very interesting to her, she said, the idea of living alone. What was it like? “Luxurious,” he said. “You get used to it,” Jivan added. “It depends so much on who you ask, doesn’t it?” she said. “If you don’t have a woman you must have some other passion,” Jivan said.
Light Years
James Salter
