Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
AristotleRead
Where perception is, there also are pain and pleasure, and where these are, there, of necessity, is desire.
Interpretation
Desire exists in the presence of pleasure and pain, shaped by our perceptions.
In this quote, Aristotle suggests that our experiences of pain and pleasure are inherently linked to our perceptions. Desire arises as a natural consequence of these experiences, implying that our understanding and interpretation of the world around us inform our wants and needs. Thus, our emotional responses and aspirations are not just instinctual but heavily influenced by how we perceive our circumstances.
In practice
In a discussion on how our feelings shape our motivations, I might say, 'As Aristotle noted, where perception is, there also are pain and pleasure, and hence, desire.'
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