“She inhabited a world from which I was excluded, and she had left me in an immense empty space.” LoveHeartbreakLonging Book:In Love Source: In Love
“There were times when I would forget her, though they were rare, and it would be for a time as though she had never existed; and then some passing girl's inadvertent gesture, or an accidental profile, or a hat like hers, would restore her, and restore the suffering too, and I would long again, somehow, to encounter or to see her.” LoveHeartbreakLonging Book:In Love Source: In Love
“All I knew, really, was that she had taken away with her when she had gone something which in the past had held me together, some necessary sense of myself... For without whatever it was, I seemed poor, depleted, injured in some mysterious way; without it, there was nothing to interpose between the world and me.” LoveSelfHeartbreak Book:In Love Source: In Love
“Failure was always present; it changed its aspect, acquired new forms. Did one ever go from success to success? But one went, simultaneously, from failure to failure. What was it that I'd once thought intolerable? In a few years, it had become tolerable. The reasons for living changed. At the end, the great pang would be that death deprived one of the very, very simplest things; the simpleness of sight, the mechanical marvel of breathing. Ah, she mustn't feel the way she did. Nothing catastrophic had really happened. What one was good at didn't always and continually give one pleasure. Appetites died; ambitions expired; desire put on a different skin.” HappinessSuccessDesireFailureAmbition Book:My Face for the World to See Source: My Face for the World to See
“The only thing we haven't lost, I thought, is the ability to suffer. We're fine at suffering. But it's such a noiseless suffering. We never disturb the neighbors with it. We collapse, but we collapse in the most disciplined way. That's us. That's certainly us. The disciplined collapsers.” PainSufferingDespair Book:In Love Source: In Love
“I made spasmodic efforts to work, assuring myself that once I began working I would forget her. The difficulty was in beginning. There was a feeling of weakness, a sort of powerlessness now, as though I were about to be ill but was never quite ill enough, as though I were about to come down with something I did not quite come down with. It seemed to me that for the first time in my life I had been in love, and had lost, because of the grudgingness of my heart, the possibility of having what, too late, I now thought I wanted. What was it that all my life I had so carefully guarded myself against? What was it that I had felt so threatened me? My suffering, which seemed to me to be a strict consequence of having guarded myself so long, appeared to me as a kind of punishment, and this moment, which I was now enduring, as something which had been delayed for half a lifetime. I was experincing, apparently, an obscure crisis of some kind. My world acquired a tendency to crumble as easily as a soda cracker. I found myself horribly susceptible to small animals, ribbons in the hair of little girls, songs played late at night over lonely radios. It became particularly dangerous for me to go near movies in which crippled girls were healed by the unselfish love of impoverished bellhops. I had become excessively tender to all the more obvious evidences of the frailness of existence; I was capable of dissolving at the least kind word, and self-pity, in inexhaustible doses, lay close to my outraged surface. I moved painfully, an ambulatory case, mysteriously injured.” WorldLoveLifeHeartKindWantedPainSufferingLostWorkForgetExistenceDangerousPossibilityWeaknessLonelyCrisisLifetimeIllIllnessPunishmentMysteriousInjuryFeelingTendernessObscureInjuredHealedBeginningOutrageSelf PityGuardedSongsUnselfishPowerlessnessCrippledDelayedOutragedDissolvingEffortsTenderEnduringThreatenTendencyCrumblePainfullyFrailnessGrudgingnessSpasmodic Book:In Love Source: In Love
“We go from disappointment to disappointment, from hope to denial, from expectation to surrender, as we grow older, thinking or coming to think that what was wrong was the wanting, so intense it hurt us, and believing or coming to believe that hope was our mistake and expectation our error, and that everything the more we want it the more difficult the having it seems to be.” DisappointmentGrowing OldExpectation Book:In Love Source: In Love
“Lo único que no perdimos, pensé, es la capacidad para el sufrimiento. El sufrimiento nos sale bien. Pero es un sufrimiento silenciosísimo. No molestamos a nuestros vecinos con él. Nos desplomamos, pero nos desplomamos con la mayor disciplina imaginable. Así somos. Sin duda, así somos. Desplomadores disciplinados.” Pensamientos Book:In Love Source: In Love
“The sick constriction of the heart was undeniable; there was a melancholy truth in the fact that it was suffering which made me, I thought, at last real to myself.” HeartMadeRealRealityTruthSufferingSickMelancholyUndeniableConstriction Book:In Love Source: In Love