Solitude lies at the lowest depth of the human condition. Man is the only being who feels himself to be alone and the only one who is searching for the Other.
Octavio PazRead
In antiquity, a woman might be an object of worship or desire, but never of love.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the historical perception of women as objects rather than beings capable of true love.
Octavio Paz highlights that in ancient times, women were often seen either as objects of worship or desire, but not as individuals worthy of genuine love. This perspective underscores the limitations placed on women's identities and roles, suggesting a need for deeper recognition of their emotional capabilities and humanity.
In practice
During an international women's day speech, one might cite this quote to discuss the historical view of women.
Solitude lies at the lowest depth of the human condition. Man is the only being who feels himself to be alone and the only one who is searching for the Other.
By suppressing differences and peculiarities, by eliminating different civilizations and cultures, progress weakens life and favors death
The North American system only wants to consider the positive aspects of reality. Men and women are subjected from childhood to an inexorable process of adaptation certain principles, contained in brief formulas are endlessly repeated by the Press, the radio, the churches, and the schools, and by those kindly, sinister beings, the North American mothers and wives. A person imprisoned by these schemes is like a plant in a flowerpot too small for it he cannot grow or mature.
Poetry is not a genre in harmony with the modern world; its innermost nature is hostile or indifferent to the dogmas of modern times, progress and the cult of the future.
If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms. The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time.
Man, even man debased by the neocapitalism and pseudosocialism of our time, is a marvelous being because he sometimes speaks. Language is the mark, the sign, not of his fall but of his original innocence. Through the Word we may regain the lost kingdom and recover powers we possessed in the far-distant past.
Only love, and not reason, yields kind thoughts.
O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!
The deep, intimate connection I am searching for is within me. I am all that I am looking for. I am love. All is well.
He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.
Love renders all of our plans and all of our hopes a gamble.
Wild Nights β Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile β the winds β To a heart in port β Done with the compass β Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden β Ah, the sea! Might I moor β Tonight β In thee!
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