One falls in love with the embodiment of the values that formed a person’s character, which are reflected in his widest goals or smallest gestures, which create the style of his soul—the individual style of a unique, unrepeatable, irreplaceable consciousness.

Avant et maintenant c'est l'amour entre toi et moi. Ce sera ce que tu voudrais, toi, que tu sois.

Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?  From " Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", 1962

Written By Sylvia Plath

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