In your mother’s love, life makes you a promise at the dawn of life that it will never keep. We are then forced to eat cold until the end of our days. After that, every time a woman takes you in her arms and presses you against her heart, these are but condolences. We always come barking at our mother’s tomb like an abandoned dog. Never again, never again, never again. Adorable arms around your neck and very soft lips talk to you about love, but you are already aware. You went up to the source very early and you drank it all. When thirst takes you back, it doesn’t matter where you go, there are no wells anymore, there are only mirages. You have done, since the first light of dawn, a very tight study of love and you have documentation with you. I am not saying mothers should be forbidden to love their children. I simply say it is better mothers have again another person to love. If my mother would have had a lover, I wouldn’t have passed my life dying of thirst in front of every fountain. Unfortunately for me, …

Romain Gary

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