Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
Roland BarthesRead
The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject's dream of total union with the loved being: The longing for consummation with the other.
Interpretation
The quote illustrates the deep human desire for intimacy and unity in romantic relationships.
Roland Barthes reflects on the nature of romantic love and the yearning for complete connection with another person through the metaphor of an embrace. This gesture symbolizes not just physical closeness, but also the profound emotional and psychological bond one seeks with their beloved, fulfilling a dream of unity and intimacy that transcends mere companionship.
In practice
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to highlight the beauty of love and unity.
Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
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The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.
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