That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity β that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are a essential part and characteristic of beauty.
Charles BaudelaireRead
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the transformation of the self and the pain associated with memory.
Charles Baudelaire expresses a deep sense of loss and nostalgia for his former self, suggesting that while memories can serve as a connection to the past, they can also become a source of suffering. The acknowledgment that 'how little remains' indicates a significant change in identity, raising profound questions about the essence of self and the impact of time on personal evolution.
Themes
MemorySufferingTransformationIdentityNostalgia
In practice
Example use cases
In a reflective speech about personal growth and change.
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