“ For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack. ”
Nobody knows you.You don't know yourself.And I, who am half in love with you,What am I in love with?My own imaginings?
~ D.h. Lawrence
It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.
A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.
It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them.