Thursday, July 15, 2010

"The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even thought it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity. The words of human love have been used by the saints to describe their vision of God, and so, I suppose, we might use the terms of prayer, meditation, contemplation to explain the intensity of the love we feel (for a woman). We too surrender memory, intellect, intelligence, and we too experience the deprivation, the noche oscura, and sometimes as a reward a kind of peace. The act of love itself has been described as the little death, and lovers sometimes experience too the little peace."

-Grahm Greene; The End of the Affair


  1. this pain of mine is individual.

    i love this excerpt.

  2. I am SO very very glad you are reading this. You must let me know how it goes for you.