It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?
Pierre Choderlos De LaclosRead
It was there, in particular, that I confirmed the truth that love, which we cry up as the source of our pleasures, is nothing more than an excuse for them.
Interpretation
Love serves as a justification for our pleasures rather than being the true source of happiness.
In this quote, Pierre Choderlos De Laclos reflects on the nature of love, suggesting that while we often elevate love to a position of ultimate importance in our lives, it is actually a mere pretext for seeking pleasure and fulfillment. This viewpoint challenges the romanticized notion of love, urging us to examine the deeper motivations behind our pursuits of joy and connection.
In practice
In a discussion about the motivations behind relationships at a social gathering.
It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?
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Cast between the extremes of happiness and misfortune, uncertainty is a cruel torment.
I am astonished at the pleasure one experiences in doing good; and I should be tempted to believe that what we call virtuous people have not so much merit as they lead us to suppose.
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It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."
There is no sincerer love than the love of food.
I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses.
Mankind have love, animals have affection. The harmonious and beautiful world is revealed.
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