tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post664595754811406292..comments2023-10-01T16:12:28.223+03:00Comments on Euphoria Letters: Henri Barbusse TendernessYarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12882602832500608904noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-27055434554247523232013-03-26T15:11:05.772+02:002013-03-26T15:11:05.772+02:00But deviatated. The expression that time heals all...But deviatated. The expression that time heals all wounds is nonsense. Time only serves to dull the heartache, we can't never really forget those we loved, nor can we try to suppress the pain in a positive manner. I am appalled at how the author chose to convey her death after twenty years, why even admit that she killed herself? It leaves countless question open. In the end a love was lost to motives unknown, and that I can truly appreciate. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-34365535084232839302013-03-26T15:07:42.083+02:002013-03-26T15:07:42.083+02:00Amazing story,
I understand the first letter, as ...Amazing story,<br /><br />I understand the first letter, as I have experienced the pain of separation. The second letter, and the last are in my opinion the most difficult for "Louis". To Fathom that the love of your life simply decides to leave, then write to you after one year? It only serves as a reminder of the suffering that you endured throughout those twelve months. As for the final letter, twenty years, is that enough time to forget the love of your life? To eradicate the memory of someone who completes you? To learn of the death of that significant other after such a long time would do no difference in easing the pain, at least in my opinion. But what really kills me is the fact that the author killed herself the day after they parted ways. This confuses me, why part if true love was found? "Louis" would not only be DistraughtAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-21508292211531149062011-02-27T17:11:08.564+02:002011-02-27T17:11:08.564+02:00the true love is so great. the true one love is un...the true love is so great. the true one love is unonditionally. that´s it. "enormous" is a good word for that one deep feeling. "tenderness" too. i did not know it, until the woman of my life looked into my eyes....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-85713085158804817042010-07-14T17:56:09.607+03:002010-07-14T17:56:09.607+03:00That’s it…
I won’t add anything, because I fear t...That’s it…<br /><br />I won’t add anything, because I fear to become sad, and therefore evil. And because I am not ready to confess to you all those mad dreams I still have, which are inevitable, when you love and when the love is enormous, and the tenderness is infinite.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6840379455060821736.post-66049630524569674502010-05-17T14:48:14.684+03:002010-05-17T14:48:14.684+03:00That is all...I will not add nothing more because ...That is all...I will not add nothing more because i am afraid to become sad and than angry and because i am afraid to confess to you in all that crazy dreams that are normal whan your love is huge and when your tenderness is uncountable...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com