" She really was adorable [thought the lover, at th pinnacle of subjective judgment]. But how could I tell her so in a way that would suggest the distinctive nature of my attraction? Words like love or devotion or infatuation were exhausted by the weight of successive love stories, by the layers imposed on them through the uses of others. At the moment when I most wanted language to be original, personal, and completely private, I came up against the irrevocably public nature of the language of the heart."
Page 103- from On Love by Alain de Botton
