I always thought I was Jeanne d'Arc and Bonaparte. How little one knows oneself.
Charles De GaulleRead
You start out giving your hat, then you give your coat, then your shirt, then your skin and finally your soul.
Interpretation
The quote illustrates the profound levels of love and sacrifice one might go through for another.
In this quote, Charles De Gaulle emphasizes the escalating nature of love and the willingness to make increasingly significant sacrifices for someone we deeply care about. It highlights how true love can lead an individual to offer their very essence, demonstrating a journey from simple gestures to the ultimate personal devotion.
In practice
In a romantic speech to express deep feelings on an anniversary.
I always thought I was Jeanne d'Arc and Bonaparte. How little one knows oneself.
Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life.
Today we are crushed by the sheer weight of the mechanized forces hurled against us, but we can still look to the future in which even greater mechanized forces will bring us victory. Therein lies the destiny of the world.
The perfection preached in the gospels never yet built an empire. Every man of action has a strong dose of egotism, pride, hardness, and cunning.
One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day was; one cannot judge life until death.
Soyons fermes, purs et fidèles ; au bout de nos peines, il y a la plus grande gloire du monde, celle des hommes qui n'ont pas cédé. [Let us be firm, pure and faithful; at the end of our sorrow, there is the greatest glory of the world, that of the men who did not give in.]
I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly.You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.
The person who does not decide to love forever will find it very difficult to really love for even one day.
This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel, we will rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult. Wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other, not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey — we need our hands to wash with, to make fire.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.
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