Man adapts himself to everything, to the best and the worst.
Jose Ortega Y GassetRead
We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.
Interpretation
Love often begins as an idealized fantasy of perfection, which eventually fades, leading to the end of that love.
This quote by Jose Ortega Y Gasset highlights the nature of love as often rooted in fantasy rather than reality. It suggests that we initially fall in love when we project an image of perfection onto another person, creating an illusion that is ultimately unsustainable; when the reality of that person is revealed, the fantasy evaporates, leading to the dissolution of love itself.
In practice
This quote could be used in a relationship workshop to discuss the idealization of partners.
Man adapts himself to everything, to the best and the worst.
"Natural" man is always there, under the changeable historical man. We call him and he comes-a little sleepy, benumbed, without his lost form of instinctive hunter, but, after all, still alive. Natural man is first prehistoric man-the hunter.
We have not reached ethical perfection in hunting. One never achieves perfection in anything, and perhaps it exists precisely so that one can never achieve it. Its purpose is to orient our conduct and to allow us to measure the progress accomplished. In this sense, the advancement achieved in the ethics of hunting is undeniable.
I am myself and what is around me, and if I do not save it, it shall not save me.
Life is a terrible conflict, a grandiose and atrocious confluence. Hunting submerges man deliberately in that formidable mystery and therefore contains something of religious rite and emotion in which homage is paid to what is divine, transcendent, and in the laws of Nature.
We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that we may succeed in surviving.
If Christ be anything he must be everything. O rest not till love and faith in Jesus be the master passions of your soul!
Then there is the usual scene when lovers are excited with each other, quarrels, entreaties, reproaches, and then fondling reconcilement.
My wife, Keisha, came home once, and I had these violinists playing for her, and I'd prepared dinner for her, and I write poems. She's pretty amazing, so I like to celebrate that. She's really taught me how to celebrate life; that's something I've learned.
The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind itβs a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path Iβve chosen to follow.
One thing will always secure heaven for us-the acts of charity and kindness with which we have filled our lives. We can do no great things, only small things with great love.
Is it not a sad thing that after all Christ's love to us, we should repay it with lukewarm love to Him?
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