… No man could live completely for love as a woman could, could make this the purpose of his life and fill his days with it.
She could have lived for nothing else. In fact, she lived for nothing else. The rest of the time — when she was not with him — she felt and heard nothing clearly. She was absent. She only came to life fully in his room. All day, as she did other things, her thoughts circled around him. Alone in bed, she remembered his expressions, the laughter at the corner of his eyes, the willfulness of his chin, the glittering of his teeth, the shape of his lips as he uttered words of desire.” —Anaïs Nin Elena