In the absence of love, we began slowly but surely to fall apart.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There's a spectrum of those moments of connection and the moments we fail to connect, going from super-large successes to failures. Success would be love, I guess, and failure could still be love, but the bad side; and loss.
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.
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.
Divorced from the cosmos, from nature, from society and from each other, we have become fractured and fragmented.
We never get enough of falling in love and believing in love.
The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
Even during the worst hardships, when the other things in our lives seem to fall apart, we can still find peace in the eternal love of God.
We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.
We have gone through some difficult times like everyone else and perhaps our working together and respecting each other's abilities, in addition to that little thing called love, helped us survive.