"How mad love is – one human being keeping another on tenterhooks and in a state of frantic speculation. Mad, mad. Yet making the world go round of course."
“Dear heart, I am so sorry that things are bad. I know how terrible such times are when one moves all the day between hope and despair and cannot kill hope and yet wants to be without it.”
— Iris Murdoch, from a letter to Michael Oakeshott written c. January 1959