There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes that love is the most important aspect of life, yet many misunderstand and trivialize it.
Guy De Maupassant's quote reflects the essential nature of love as life's greatest treasure, while also critiquing how society often perceives love. He suggests that instead of treating love as a sacred bond or a commodity, we should understand its true essence and cherish it beyond superficial interpretations and practices.
In practice
During a wedding toast, you might quote this to highlight the depth of love shared between the couple.
Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.
To love very much is to love inadequately; we love-that is all. Love cannot be modified without being nullified. Love is a short word but it contains everything. Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe the air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us. Love is not a word; it is a wordless state indicated by four letters.
breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
Whatever one wishes to say, there is one noun only by which to express it, one verb only to give it life, one adjective only which will describe it. One must search until one has discovered them, this noun, this verb, this adjective, and never rest content with approximations, never resort to trickery, however happy, or to vulgarism, in order to dodge the difficulty.
There is only one good thing in life, and that is love.
We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs... of our barbarous ancestors.
Lovers have heartaches _x000D_ That can't be cured by drugs _x000D_ Or sleep, _x000D_ Or games, _x000D_ But only by seeing their beloved.
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in the burrows of my keep, and all my armor, falling down, in a pile at my feet.
Christ leads us to go out from ourselves more and more, to give ourselves and to serve others.
One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.
Love cannot be held prisoner because it is a river and will overflow its banks.
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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