And we leave home and go to live with this person for ever; not because we are sure that he is the right person: in fact we are not entirely sure, and we can always suspect the right person for us is hiding away goodness knows where in the city. But we don't want to know where he is hiding; we feel that we have by now very little to say to him, because we say everything to this person - who is not perhaps the right person - with whom we now live; and we want to receive the good and the evil of our lives from this person and with him Every now and then violent differences between us and this person erupt into the open; and yet they are unable to destroy the infinite peace we have within us. After many years, only after many years, after a thick web of habits, memories and violent differences has been woven between us, we at last realise that he is, in truth, the right person for us, that we could have put up with anyone else, that it is only from him that we can ask everything that the heart needs.'
Natalia Ginzburg, The Little Virtus, p.140.
