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| EDMOND de GONCOURT |
| (1822-1896) |
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| A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world. Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. This is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence. |