Dec 19, 2008 21:46
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
- Edmond and Jules de Goncourt
"... nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you."
- Nicole Krauss
"I wish you were a dragonfly, or something as small and elegant as a dragonfly, so that I could carry you eternally near my heart."
from Mrs. Caldwell Speaks to Her Son