Tag Archives: the loss of the self

If Hemingway said so…

Before using superlatives when intangible matters are involved, I tend to be cautious for one simple reason: what is “most” this or that for one person is not to be assumed to have the same impact on another. When emotions are of focus, such judgment becomes even a far more slippery attempt. As for the sentiment Ernest Hemingway articulates in his short story collection, Men Without Women as in the following lines, it has found its home in my soul with no feasible argument by my logic whatsoever:

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

At least one question then remains: who decides whether the loss is reversible?



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