"It seemed to me that I had never been so happy in my. They say, I know, that to be in love is not pure happiness; that in the mood of the unconfessed, unaccepted lover there is an element of poignant doubt and pain. Should I at once confess myself and taste of the perfection of bliss? It seemed to me that I cared very little of her reply. I only wanted to talk of love." - Henry James
No comments:
Post a Comment