Jean-Paul Sartre. Sex (№ 413424)

<... > would like her to live alone - like me when Louis left - to know what it would be like in the evenings, after working all day, to return alone to her room, and find it empty, and die of the desire to put her head on someone's shoulder. From where, it is asked, and the strength is taken to get up the next morning, and again go to work, and be charming and cheerful, and encourage everyone, while I would like to die rather than continue such a life.