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.
Interpretation
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.
In practice
During a speech about the importance of emotional support in relationships, this quote beautifully captures the essence of seeking companionship.
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.
No one would have known, from how he held my hand, [that] over the years of heartache he had hatched a plot to change my life forever. He held his grip and would not let me go. I do not know what joins the parts of an atom, but it seems what binds one human to another is pain.
Some things are so impossible, so fantastic, that when they happen, you are not at all surprised. Their sheer impossibility has made you imagine them too many times in your head, and when you find yourself on that longed-for moonlit path, it seems unreal but still, somehow, familiar. You dreamed of it, of course; you know it like a memory.
We are each the love of someone's life.
Now love's the only thing that's free /We must take it where it's found /Pretty soon it may be costly
That's the very reason why love is eternal, because it is forever renewed. Passions die, love remains.
Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.
There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it.
Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.
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