Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
Interpretation
Desire brings vitality and beauty to our lives, while having too much can lead to stagnation and loss.
This quote by Marcel Proust highlights the dual nature of desire and possession. It suggests that the longing and aspiration for something can enhance our experiences and infuse our lives with beauty, whereas actually possessing it can lead to a diminishing of that initial excitement and joy. Essentially, it reflects on the idea that our desire for life's experiences is what truly enriches us, while the act of holding onto them can sometimes cause them to lose their value and vibrancy.
In practice
This quote would be perfect to use in a discussion about the benefits of minimalism in our lives.
But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
At that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always!
We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes. The situation that we hoped to change because it was intolerable becomes unimportant. We have not managed to surmount the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has taken us round it, led us past it, and then if we turn round to gaze at the remote past, we can barely catch sight of it, so imperceptible has it become.
A person does not...stand motionless and clear before our eyes with his merits, his defects, his plans, his intentions with regard to ourself exposed on his surface...but is a shadow which we can never succeed in penetrating...a shadow behind which we can alternately imagine, with equal justification, that there burns the flame of hatred and of love.
We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
Anyone can be rich in promises.
A man of sense only trifles with them, plays with them, humors and flatters them, as he does with a sprightly and forward child; but he neither consults them about, nor trusts them with, serious matters.
The hunger of passions is the greatest disease.
I came to realize that one single human being, comprehended in his depth, who gives generously from the treasures of his heart, bestows on us more riches than Caesar or Alexander could ever conquer. Here is our kingdom, the best of monarchies, the best republic. Here is our garden, our happiness.
We must find a way to replace yearning for what life has withheld from us with gratitude for what we have been given.
Nothing is often a good thing to do and always a good thing to say.
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