I did not want to think so much about her. I wanted to take her as an unexpected, delightful gift, that had come and would go again? nothing more. I meant not to give room to the thought that it could ever be more. I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity and that therein lies its eternal torment. Nothing lasts. Nothing.
Erich Maria RemarqueAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: deutsch
- Born: June 22, 1898
- Died: September 25, 1970