It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?
Pierre Choderlos De LaclosRead
How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the human tendency to desire what we cannot attain.
In this quote, Pierre Choderlos De Laclos highlights a common trait of human nature: the inclination to yearn for things that are beyond our grasp. This longing can stem from a complex interplay of desire and dissatisfaction, suggesting that people often find themselves fixated on unattainable goals, leading to an unfulfilled existence. It serves as a reminder of the challenges and paradoxes of human aspiration.
In practice
In a motivational speech about overcoming desires, one could use this quote to illustrate the futility of chasing the unattainable.
It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?
Humanity is not perfect in any fashion; no more in the case of evil than in that of good. The criminal has his virtues, just as the honest man has his weaknesses.
Cast between the extremes of happiness and misfortune, uncertainty is a cruel torment.
I am astonished at the pleasure one experiences in doing good; and I should be tempted to believe that what we call virtuous people have not so much merit as they lead us to suppose.
It was there, in particular, that I confirmed the truth that love, which we cry up as the source of our pleasures, is nothing more than an excuse for them.
...it is not for the illusion of a moment to govern the choice of a lifetime.
I am a man, and whatever concerns humanity is of interest to me.
Monks are not expected to speak about themselves; the message is important, not the person.
I am one who has always been interested only in the edges of the body and the spirit, the outlying regions of the body and the outlying regions of the spirit. The depths hold no interest for me; I leave them to others, for they are shallow, commonplace. What is there, then, at the outer most edge? Nothing, perhaps, save a few ribbons, dangling down into the void.
The only proper intoxication is conversation.
And a question stirred within me: What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed life, is happier than we are?
One should never listen. To listen is a sign of indifference to one's hearers.
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