“Incandescence, desire, dreaminess, expectation, the madness of the senses. That’s what French books of days gone by refer to as le tourment, “the pangs.” I can’t describe the forces that take hold of your body when you fall in love, which in my vocabulary is a hazy and imprecise word, a myopic millipede crawling up the back of something huge.” LoveDesireLonging Book:The Meursault Investigation Source: The Meursault Investigation
“When I saw her arriving in the bus from Algiers, it was like a hole in my heart. Her presence alone wouldn’t be enough to ease my longing.” LoveLonging Book:The Meursault Investigation Source: The Meursault Investigation