Elena-love quotes

The loss of love is a failure, it causes an absence of sense.Individuals and cities without love are a danger to themselves and to others.Even if we’re constantly tempted to lower our guard—out of love, or weariness, or sympathy, or kindness—we women shouldn’t do it. We can lose from one moment to the next everything that we have achieved.Intimacy is our currency, and, as intimates, we are uniquely skilled in eviscerating each other.Abandonment is an invisible wound that does not heal easily.We abandon ourselves, we lose the consistency that we have gained through the sweet habit of entrusting ourselves to others.
― Elena Ferrante,
La frantumaglia

The loss of love is a failure, it causes an absence of sense.Individuals and cities without love are a danger to themselves and to others.Even if we’re constantly tempted to lower our guard—out of love, or weariness, or sympathy, or kindness—we women shouldn’t do it. We can lose from one moment to the next everything that we have achieved.Intimacy is our currency, and, as intimates, we are uniquely skilled in eviscerating each other.Abandonment is an invisible wound that does not heal easily.We abandon ourselves, we lose the consistency that we have gained through the sweet habit of entrusting ourselves to others. ― Elena Ferrante, La frantumaglia

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The loss of love is a failure, it causes an absence of sense.Individuals and cities without love are a danger to themselves and to others.Even… Read More »The loss of love is a failure, it causes an absence of sense.Individuals and cities without love are a danger to themselves and to others.Even if we’re constantly tempted to lower our guard—out of love, or weariness, or sympathy, or kindness—we women shouldn’t do it. We can lose from one moment to the next everything that we have achieved.Intimacy is our currency, and, as intimates, we are uniquely skilled in eviscerating each other.Abandonment is an invisible wound that does not heal easily.We abandon ourselves, we lose the consistency that we have gained through the sweet habit of entrusting ourselves to others.
― Elena Ferrante,

La frantumaglia