Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself.
John Singer Sargent (1856 – 1925), Venetian Wineshop, ca. 1902, oil on canvas, cm 55,9x71,1. "Courtesy of Adelson Galleries, New York".
They sipped and ate, all of existence passed over by non-existence, the gate leading nowhere, and they watched the tea spill copious ribbony curls of vapor, watched their breath join the mist slowly twisting and turning, twisting and turning.
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But so fluid a thing was love. It wasn’t firm, he was learning, it wasn’t a scripture; it was a wobbliness that lent itself to betrayal, taking the mold of whatever he poured it into. And in fact, it was difficult to keep from pouring it into numerous vessels. It could be used for all kinds of purposes….He wished it were a constraint. It was truly beginning to frighten him.
from The Love of Zero,
directed by Robert Florey
12 comments:
hey babe. glad you're blogging again =)
yea me too! melancholic post.
by the way that was Caresse. damn this silly blogger thingy.
hey girls, hm well enjoy it while it lasts. don't know when i'd be gone:)
Update love!
reading this @ 1127pm in munich. haha =D the sun going to be at your side soon, good morning!
guan
yw! i finished up the chocolate cake, it's gone now ;D
hey mr UN, stop hogging the sun! and don't burn your hashbrowns and chicken, i'll laugh at you until five months later!
Glad that I decided to check out your blog again and surprised by what I see here!! :)
Surely have a lot of reading to catch up on over here!! So little time, so much work nowadays.....
Ur blog wont disappear till I catch up on all the entries ya? ;)
love n miss u babe. miss the times at lakeside and when u and yuwei were so sweet to find us at JP. awww.... *blows kisses*
Haha. good good. Finish it up. I need to start to learn cooking. Have to cook for the boy.
its beautiful.
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