One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
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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.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is intense and often comes with a cost, leaving a significant impact on those involved.
This quote by Honore De Balzac suggests that love, akin to a religion, is deeply felt and its practices can demand great sacrifices. It captures the fleeting nature of love and the emotional aftermath it can leave behind, highlighting both its beauty and its potential for heartbreak.
Themes
LoveSacrificeRelationshipEmotionDevastation
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be shared during a discussion about the complexities of love in a relationship workshop.
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