A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he's dead.
Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it's unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can't touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep.
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What this quote means
Love can feel like a kind of madness that is difficult to endure alone, leading us to seek connection with others.
In this quote, Andrew Sean Greer explores the profound complexity of love and its impact on our emotional state. He suggests that love can drive us to a state of 'minor madness,' making it unbearable to experience alone. Despite our desire to turn to the person we love for relief, this often feels impossible, leading us instead to seek comfort from others who share our experiences of sorrow, even if they cannot fully understand our specific pain. This highlights the universal need for companionship and understanding in the face of emotional turmoil.
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Example use cases
During a speech about the importance of emotional support in relationships, this quote beautifully captures the essence of seeking companionship.
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