"-Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you're sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone, and drunk with joy, and your heart's a boulder in your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces, all at once?
-Mm-hmm. - He finished his ale. - That would be love."
-Mm-hmm. - He finished his ale. - That would be love."
Jacqueline Carey, "Kushiel's Justice", page 135.
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That is so much better than to be joy for being sick, drunk enough to hit someone, your heart is a mad boulder, and dying in a thousand pieces...
ReplyDeleteSorry for the morbo.
Greetings!
M.