Any two people when they separate,it's like splitting a log.The pieces aren't even. One of them contains the core.

Now they are lovers. The first, wild courses are ended. They have founded their domain. A satanic happiness follows.

Jivan: You think when you have love that love is easy to find, that everyone has it. It's not true. It's very hard to find.Nedra: I haven't been looking for it.Jivan: It's like a tree...It takes a long time to grow. It has roots very deep, and these roots stretch out a long way, farther than you know. You can't cut it, just like that.

Every glance made him need another.

Of them all, it was the true love. Of them all, it was the best. That other sumptuous love which made one drunk, which one longed for, envied, believed in, that was not life. It was what life was seeking; it was a suspension of life. But to be close to a child, for whom one spent everything, whose life was protected and nourished by one's own, to have that child beside one, at peace, was the real, the deepest, the only joy.