The Lost Daughter

by Elena Ferrante

How foolish to think you can tell your children about yourself before they’re at least fifty. To ask to be seen by them as a person and not as a function.

Love requires energy, I had none left.

Losing your anchor, feeling yourself to be light is not an advantage, it’s cruel to yourself and to others.

“I loved them too much and it seemed to me that love for them would keep me from becoming myself.”