One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
StendhalRead
This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.
Interpretation
In our modern age, even unusual experiences fail to alleviate feelings of boredom.
Stendhal reflects on the nature of boredom in contemporary society, suggesting that despite the many distractions and eccentricities available, they are insufficient to engage or fulfill us. This implies a deeper existential discontent where the novelty of life no longer serves as a remedy for inner emptiness, indicating a crisis of meaning and engagement within the human experience.
In practice
In a speech about modern distractions, one might say, 'As Stendhal pointed out, this is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.'
One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
The advantages of natural folly in a beautiful girl have been already set forth by the capital pen of a sister author; and to her treatment of the subject I will only add, in justice to men, that though to the larger and more trifling part of the sex, imbecility in females is a great enhancement of their personal charms, there is a portion of them too reasonable and too well informed themselves to desire anything more in woman than ignorance
The difference between a good life and a bad life is how well you walk through the fire
Between the dreams of night and day there is not so great a difference.
It never occurred to him to be spiritually won over to the enemy. Many moderns, inured to a weak worship of intellect and force, might have wavered in their allegiance under this oppression of a great personality. . . . But this was a kind of modern meanness to which Syme could not sink even in his extreme morbidity. Like any man, he was coward enough to fear great force; but he was not coward enough to admire it.
It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?
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