Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.
Lawrence DurrellRead
A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.
Interpretation
Loving someone in a city connects you deeply to its essence and transforms your perception of it.
The quote by Lawrence Durrell suggests that love can transcend the boundaries of a physical place, turning an ordinary city into a vibrant world filled with meaning and personal significance. When one loves another person within that city, it deepens the emotional connection to the environment, making the familiar feel extraordinary and enriching oneβs experience of urban life.
In practice
During a speech about the importance of community, one might quote this to illustrate how love can deepen connections to a locale.
Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.
The whole Mediterranean, the sculpture, the palm, the gold beads, the bearded heroes, the wine, the ideas, the ships, the moonlight, the winged gorgons, the bronze men, the philosophers - all of it seems to rise in the sour, pungent taste of these black olives between the teeth. A taste older than meat, older than wine. A taste as old as cold water.
The heaviest impact of the work of art is in the guts. Art does not reason. It manhandles you and changes you.
Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.
It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think - and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist's work ever produced.
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
Love what you do. Get good at it. Competence is a rare commodity in this day and age. And let the chips fall where they may.
... and she loved a boy very, very much-- even more than she loved herself.
You changed the subject." "From what?" "The empty-headed girls who think you're sexy." "You know." "Know what?" "That I only have eyes for you.
Antipathy, dissimilarity of views, hate, contempt, can accompany true love.
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