The Silent Patient

by Alex Michaelides

We fucked all the time. I was consumed with lust, perpetually, urgently hungry for her. I needed to keep touching her; I couldn’t get close enough.

luxuriating

I want to use this word more

“About love. About how we often mistake love for fireworks—for drama and dysfunction. But real love is very quiet, very still. It’s boring, if seen from the perspective of high drama. Love is deep and calm—and constant.

Remember, love that doesn’t include honesty doesn’t deserve to be called love.”

The aim of therapy is not to correct the past, but to enable the patient to confront his own history, and to grieve over it.