You swore you loved me, and laughed and warned me that you would not love me forever. I did not hear you. You were speaking in a language I did not understand. Never, never, I can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination. Love is its own eternity. Love is in every moment of its being: all time. It is the only glimpse we are permitted of what eternity is. So I did not hear you. The words were nonsense.
Thornton WilderAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: April 17, 1897
- Died: December 7, 1975
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