Why kid ourselves, people have nothing to say to one another, they all talk about their own troubles and nothing else. Each man for himself, the earth for us all. They try to unload their unhappiness on someone else when making love, they do their damnedest, but it doesn't work, they keep it all, and then they start all over again, trying to find a place for it.
 Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night (1932). copy citation

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Author Louis-Ferdinand Céline
Source Journey to the End of the Night
Topic unhappiness love
Date 1932
Language English
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Note Translated by Ralph Manheim
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