Human affairs inspire in noble hearts only two feelings-admiration or pity.
Anatole FranceRead
Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.
Interpretation
True lovers experience happiness deeply but do not feel the need to document it.
This quote suggests that genuine love and happiness are felt internally and profoundly, making it unnecessary for true lovers to articulate or record their joyful moments. It implies that the authenticity of their connection transcends the need for external validation or documentation.
In practice
During a wedding toast, when celebrating the couple's unspoken bond.
Human affairs inspire in noble hearts only two feelings-admiration or pity.
Awaken people's curiosity. It is enough to open minds, do not overload them. Put there just a spark.
In its majestic equality, the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets and steal loaves of bread.
Justice is the means by which established injustices are sanctioned
There is a certain impertinence in allowing oneself to be burned for an opinion.
A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance.
Does he love me? “You’re asking the wrong question. What you need to know is are you in a position to give him the love he needs. And whatever happens or doesn’t happen will be equally gratifying, knowing that you are capable of love is enough. If it isn’t him, it will be someone else… Don’t try to keep a safe distance so as to see what happens. Don’t wait to be certain before you take a step. What you give, you will receive, although it might sometimes come from the place you least expect.
Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it; let's do it, let's fall in love.
Nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.
Love is born in sexuality but sexuality is not love. The lotus is born in the mud, but the lotus is not just mud. And if mud remains mud of course there are bound to be tears on the cheeks.
She let him come further, his lips came and surging, surging, soft, oh soft, yet on, like the powerful surge of water, irresistible, till with a little blind cry, she broke away.
His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.
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