“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.” IfsLoveLifeFeelsFirstsHas BeensTwoBookTodayLostHalfImagineSadnessSadAbsenceVolumeMissing SomeoneIncompleteOther HalfFeeling LonelyLack Of LoveIncompletenessAbsence Love Author:Edmond de Goncourt
“One of the proud joys of the man of letters - if that man of letters is an artist - is to feel within himself the power to immortalize at will anything he chooses to immortalize. Insignificant though he may be, he is conscious of possessing a creative divinity. God creates lives; the man of imagination creates fictional lives which may make a profound and as it were more living impression on the world's memory.” IfsMenWorldFeelsMayBookJoyArtistImaginationMemoriesCreativeHe ManProudConsciousLettersProfoundImpressionDivinityInsignificantPossessing Author:Edmond de Goncourt
