There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous
hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.
~ Erich Fromm.
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.
hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.
~ Erich Fromm.
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.
~ Goncourt.
