And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Love has more depth as you get older.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
When love is deep, much can be accomplished.
Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Since loving is about knowing, we have more meaningful love relationships when we know each other and it takes time to know each other.
In cases where every thing is understood, and measured, and reduced to rule, love is out of the question.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.