Beauty, sensuality, sudden changes of emotion, the eternal search for religion and truth—that is my husband through and through. He tells me his growing indifference to me is due to my “lack of understanding”. But I know that what he actually dislikes is that I understand him all too well, and see all too clearly things I hadn’t seen before.
—It is equally useful to replace understand with "love". Does she love him? Of course, but does he feel loved? Of course not. There is no contradiction, only misunderstanding. ↩︎
—Sofia Tolstoy, The Diaries of Sofia Tolstoy, p. -1