F. Scott FitzgeraldThey slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
About This Quote
They slipped into an intimacy from which they never recovered. This is a common phrase that is used to describe the feelings of love and loss that can arise between two people who are badly in love. Often, this phrase is used in reference to the relationship between Romeo and Juliet. In this case, it was very apparent that the two were deeply connected and even though they died for each other, they never recovered from the effects of their actions.
Source: This Side Of Paradise
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