One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Honore De BalzacRead
A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that the allure of mundane professions can be as strong as the disdain they may evoke in more artistic minds.
Balzac reflects on the contrasting perceptions of work between those who find satisfaction in commerce and those who are drawn to creative pursuits. The reference to 'magnetic force' implies that there is a compelling attraction for some individuals towards practical work, while others, like artists, may feel a strong aversion to it, highlighting the dichotomy in human interests and values.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about career choices in a motivational seminar.
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Loyalty in time of need is possibly one of the noblest of victories a courtier can win over himself.
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?
However gross a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often, under the stress of passion, achieve heights of eloquence, in thought if not in language, and seem to move in some luminous sphere. Goriot's voice and gesture had at this moment the power of communication that characterizes the great actor. Are not our finer feelings the poems of the human will?
Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.
Truth has beauty, power, and necessity.
Such a great misfortune, not to be able to be alone.
My mother took us to services at the Episcopal church. Yet she always said that God was not just inside the four walls of a house of worship, but everywhere - in the rising sun over Camelback Mountain in Phoenix, a splash of water along the nearby Salt or Verde rivers, or clouds driving over the Estrella Mountains, south of downtown. I've always thought of God in those terms.
My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.
Our government needs the church, because only those humble enough to admit they're sinners can bring democracy the tolerance it requires to survive
The greatest incitement to guilt is the hope of sinning with impunity.
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