The very ingredients that nurture love - mutuality, reciprocity, protection, worry, responsibility for the other - are sometimes the very ingredients that stifle desire.
Esther PerelRead
Love is a vessel that contains both security and adventure, and commitment offers one of the great luxuries of life: time. Marriage is not the end of romance, it is the beginning.
Interpretation
Love balances security and adventure, with marriage marking the start of lasting romance.
Esther Perel's quote emphasizes that love is a complex blend of stability and excitement, suggesting that a committed relationship does not stifle romance but rather provides a foundation for it to deepen. By arguing that marriage should be viewed as the beginning rather than the conclusion of romantic feelings, Perel encourages couples to embrace both the security of partnership and the ongoing journey of love.
In practice
This quote can be used during a wedding speech to highlight the importance of both stability and excitement in marriage.
The very ingredients that nurture love - mutuality, reciprocity, protection, worry, responsibility for the other - are sometimes the very ingredients that stifle desire.
If you start to feel that you have given up too many parts of yourself to be with your partner, then one day you will end up looking for another person in order to reconnect with those lost parts.
What is the relationship between love and desire? How do they relate, and how do they conflict? ... Therein lies the mystery of eroticism.
Eroticism thrives in the space between the self and the other.
Most of us will get turned on at night by the very same things that we will demonstrate against during the day - the erotic mind is not very politically correct.
It isn’t so much that we want to leave the person we are with as we want to leave the person we have become.
He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.
There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief...is the weight of a sleeping child.
It’s not what you do, but how much love you put into it that matters.
You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.
I think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that romance. Then motherhood lights it and then duty . . . and maybe after that sorrow. You wouldn't think that sorrow could be a light, would you, dearie? But it can. And then after that, service lights it. Yes. . . . I think that is what love is to a woman . . . a lantern in her hand.
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