“Permanence was always an illusion, and love was just the disguise that lovers wore to hide the death of their union from each other for a while.”
Homecoming saga, The Memory Of Earth (1992)
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“Our separation from each other is an optical illusion.”
Albert Einstein (1879–1955) German-born physicist and founder of the theory of relativity
François de La Rochefoucauld book Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims
Il n’y a point de déguisement qui puisse longtemps cacher l’amour où il est, ni le feindre où il n’est pas.
Maxim 70.
Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims (1665–1678)
Jodi Picoult My Sister's Keeper
Variant: Love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow — beautiful while it’s there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.
Source: My Sister's Keeper
“Lovers never get tired of each other, because they are always talking about themselves.”
François de La Rochefoucauld book Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims
Ce qui fait que les amants et les maîtresses ne s'ennuient point d'être ensemble, c'est qu'ils parlent toujours d'eux-mêmes.
Variant translation: What makes lovers and their mistresses never weary of being together is that they are always talking about themselves.
Maxim 312.
Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims (1665–1678)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
The London Literary Gazette, 1821-1822
“Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.”
David Levithan book Every You, Every Me
Source: Every You, Every Me
Philip Larkin (1922–1985) English poet, novelist, jazz critic and librarian
"The Mower," Humberside (Hull Literary Club magazine) (Autumn 1979) [12 June 1979]
Olaf Stapledon book Last and First Men
Source: Last and First Men (1930), Chapter VII: The Rise of the Second Men; Section 3, “The Zenith of the Second Men” (p. 112)
“Love has the faculty of making two lovers seem naked, not in each other's sight, but in their own.”
Cesare Pavese (1908–1950) Italian poet, novelist, literary critic, and translator
This Business of Living (1935-1950)