The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.
Francois De La RochefoucauldRead
We may sooner be brought to love them that hate us, than them that love us more than we would have them do.
Interpretation
It's easier to develop feelings for those who dislike us than to respond to those who love us more than we expect.
This quote suggests that human emotions are complex. It implies that we often feel more compelled to connect with those who challenge us or oppose us rather than fully appreciating the love and affection offered by those close to us. It speaks to the paradox of human relationships, where we may take love for granted while being intrigued by animosity or discontent.
In practice
In a discussion about complex relationships, this quote can illustrate the strange dynamics between love and hate.
The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.
Old men delight in giving good advice as a consolation for the fact that they can no longer set bad examples.
Some counterfeits reproduce so very well the truth that it would be a flaw of judgment not to be deceived by them.
Conceit causes more conversation than wit.
The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body; after all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind, and they are in continual danger of breaking the skin and bursting out again.
To understand matters rightly we should understand their details; and as that knowledge is almost infinite, our knowledge is always superficial and imperfect.
But, in this separation I associate you only with the good and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you have done far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may.
To obtain a man's opinion of you, make him mad.
It is very hard to not be able to engage with people in a real and honest way because they either want something from me, or they see me as something that I simply am not.
I donβt care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
We have found that it is easier for men to die together on the field of battle than it is for them to live together at home in peace.
He was making her feel small and absurdly petulant and, worse yet, she suspected he was right. She always suspected he was right. For a brief irrational moment, she wished she could walk away from him. Then she wished, more rationally, that she could love him without needing him. Need gave him power without his trying; need was the choicelessness she often felt around him.
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