Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.
Anthony TrollopeRead
Book love... is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.
Interpretation
Book love refers to the profound joy and pleasure one experiences from reading.
In this quote, Anthony Trollope emphasizes the immense joy and fulfillment that can be derived from the love of books. He suggests that engaging with literature opens the door to a unique and divine pleasure, portraying reading as not just a pastime but a cherished experience that connects us to something greater than ourselves.
In practice
In a book club meeting discussing the importance of literature.
Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.
Romance is very pretty in novels, but the romance of a life is always a melancholy matter. They are most happy who have no story to tell.
There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
That I can read and be happy while I am reading, is a great blessing.
A man's love, till it has been chastened and fastened by the feeling of duty which marriage brings with it, is instigated mainly by the difficulty of pursuit.
But she knew this,βthat it was necessary for her happiness that she should devote herself to some one. All the elegancies and outward charms of life were delightful, if only they could be used as the means to some end. As an end themselves they were nothing.
There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief...is the weight of a sleeping child.
And do not change. Do not divert your love from visible things. But go on loving what is good, simple and ordinary; animals and things and flowers, and keep the balance true.
Love is a human experience, not a political statement.
Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.
I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face. I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous beasts, as though I were swimming behind them in the electric effluvia of her incandescent vision.
Love consists in leaving the loved one space to be themselves while providing the security within which that self may flourish.
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