If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.
Jean-Paul SartreRead
It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that love is a privilege that must be earned through sacrifice and struggle.
Jean-Paul Sartre implies that the ability to love is often contingent upon overcoming significant challenges and hardships. In this context, love is not merely a spontaneous feeling but something that is forged through the trials and tribulations of life, hinting at the weight of emotional investment and the sacrifices required to truly deserve and understand love.
In practice
In a discussion about the depth of love and commitment during a relationship seminar.
If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.
All I want is' - and he uttered the final words through clenched teeth and with a sort of shame - 'to retain my freedom.' I should myself have thought,' said Jacques, 'that freedom consisted in frankly confronting situations into which one had deliberately entered, and accepting all one's responsibilities. But that, no doubt, is not your view.
If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.
A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.
I wanted pure love: foolishness; to love one another is to hate a common enemy: I will thus espouse your hatred. I wanted Good: nonsense; on this earth and in these times, Good and Bad are inseparable: I accept to be evil in order to become good.
Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.
Have you ever felt the longing for someone you could admire? For something, not to look down at, but up to?
I love to hear my Lord spoken of, and wherever I have seen the print of His shoe in the earth, there have I coveted to put mine also.
But square-cut or pear-shaped, These rocks don't lose their shape. Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,’ Holly advised him. ‘That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
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