Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one's mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one nam...

Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one's mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips--a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer.

Guy de Maupassant in The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant
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