The feminine urge to love them with your whole heart even when you know it will never be reciprocated.
lovers in the garden
Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.
There he goes, running away, after stabbing me in my heart. Again.
Maybe loving you was my sin. And now I am making atonement.
“You don’t fool me, darling,” she said with a playful little smile and crept into his big arms. “You’re dancing on the inside, Ove, when no one’s watching. And I’ll always love you for that. Whether you like it or not.”
— A Man called Ove, Fedrik Backman
The feminine urge to watch Pride and Prejudice(2005) the movie, instead of reading the novel.
And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current’s too overpowering; I don’t have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I’ve never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there’s no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I’ll be burned up, gone forever.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Losing someone close to you is such a crippling feeling.
I hate you because I love you.
Enomoto Seifu-Jo, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese
She wished to stop all that she has to endure