One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
StendhalRead
To be loved at first sight, a man should have at the same time something to respect and something to pity in his face.
Interpretation
True admiration stems from a blend of respect and empathy.
Stendhal suggests that genuine love at first sight arises not only from admiration but also from the complexity of human emotion, which entails recognizing both admirable qualities and vulnerabilities in a person's appearance. This duality creates a deeper connection that transcends mere physical attraction, inviting a unique form of affection based on respect and compassion.
In practice
In a romantic speech at a wedding, one might use this quote to express the beauty of complex emotions in relationships.
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.
Mature love is loving, not being loved.
Selfish persons are incapable of loving others, but they are not capable of loving themselves either.
He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear....One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
I want to do everything in the world with you.
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,_x000D_ _x000D_ My tears like vinegar,_x000D_ _x000D_ Or the bitter blinking yellow_x000D_ _x000D_ Of an acetic star._x000D_ _x000D_ Tonight the caustic wind, love,_x000D_ _x000D_ Gossips late and soon,_x000D_ _x000D_ And I wear the wry-faced pucker of_x000D_ _x000D_ The sour lemon moon._x000D_ _x000D_ While like an early summer plum,_x000D_ _x000D_ Puny, green, and tart,_x000D_ _x000D_ Droops upon its wizened stem_x000D_ _x000D_ My lean, unripened heart.
Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.
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