Erich Maria Remarque. Shadows in Paradise (№ 170550)

... We hated and we loved each other, and spew curses that were matched except that dray carriers, and then, to more closely merge with each other and release your brain from the artificially erected barriers to know the mystery of the winds and the sea and the secret world of animals; we showered each other with obscene language and whispering to each other the most tender words, and then, utterly exhausted and weary, lay waiting for the coming silence, deep, brown-gold silence full of comfort, where there is no strength to utter a word, and all words not necessary - they are scattered somewhere in the distance, like stones after a strong storm; we've been waiting for this silence, and she came to us was near us, we felt ourselves become as silent as a breath, but not rapid breathing, and barely noticeable, hardly raising his chest.