Twice in her life she had mistaken something else for it; it was like seeing somebody in the street who you think is a friend, you whistle and wave and run after him, and it is not only not the friend, but not even very like him. A few minutes later the real friend appears in view, and then you can’t imagine how you ever mistook that other person for him. Linda was now looking upon the authentic face of love, and she knew it, but it frightened her. That it should come so casually, so much by a series of accidents, was frightening.
The Pursuit of Love
This book made me smile so much, as much in its humour as the little moments of delightfully beautiful prose that pop up, such as this one. This quote to me seems to describe what the title tells us is the subject of the whole story – the pursuit of love is what leads to this moment, this feeling, that Linda finally understands in Paris. And the fear that she has, that love could be so casual and easy to miss, is something incredibly recognisable. Love as a motivation for actions, whether sensible ones or otherwise, is well known, but the fear of missing out on it is something I think with an equally strong effect on people. I think this description of finding one you love is perfect – like recognising a friend.
Through July, I’m trying out a new feature called Quote of the Week, which will post every Monday. This means more content on the blog, as well as a chance to share some thoughts on specific beautiful words by wonderful authors. And this blog is called DoodleMole…!
After this month, I’ll decide whether I want to keep it going. Let me know what you think in comments!