“Didn't love, like a plant from India, require a prepared soil, a particular temperature? Sighs in the moonlight, long embraces, tears flowing over hands yielded to a lover, all the fevers of the flesh and the languors of tenderness thus could not be separated from the balconies of great châteaux filled with idle amusements, a boudoir with silk blinds, a good thick carpet, full of pots of flowers, and a bed raised on a dais, nor from the sparkle of precious stones and shoulder knots on servants' livery.” LoveLongHandsTearsParticularFlowerLoversBedStonesIndiaFilledEmbracePlantPreparedRaisedFleshShouldersServantSoilPotThickTendernessIdleSighAmusementCarpetMoonlightTemperatureFeverSilkKnotsSparkleBalconiesPrecious StonesBoudoir Author:Gustave Flaubert
“Towards the outside, at any rate, the ego seems to maintain clear and sharp lines of demarcation. There is only one state -- admittedly an unusual state, but not one that can be stigmatized as pathological -- in which it does not do this. At the height of being in love the boundary between ego and object threatens to melt away. Against all the evidence of his senses, a man who is in love declares that "I" and "you" are one, and is prepared to behave as if it were a fact.” IfsMenLoveDoeStatesFactsSeemsLinesClearObjectsEgoEvidencePreparedRateSensesBoundariesHeightBehaveUnusualBeing In Love Book:The standard edition of the complete psychological works of Sigmund Freud Source: The standard edition of the complete psychological works of Sigmund Freud