I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.
MoliereRead
The proof of true love is to be unsparing in criticism.
Interpretation
True love involves honesty and constructive criticism rather than blind admiration.
This quote by Moliere suggests that genuine love is not only about affection and support but also about providing honest feedback, even if it may be difficult to hear. True love prioritizes the growth and improvement of the other person, which may require being critical in a caring way, demonstrating a deep commitment to their well-being.
In practice
During a relationship workshop focused on building strong partnerships.
I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.
Beauty without intelligence is like a hook without bait.
Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope
Long is the road from conception to completion.
Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.
Hypocrisy is a fashionable vice, and all fashionable vices pass for virtue.
May Thy Love shine forever on the sanctuary of my devotion. And may I be able to awaken Thy love in all hearts.
I say you are a coward and you are; I think you hunt only to reassure yourself that you are not what you are: the weakest thing to ever walk the Earth. He will come for me and then we will be gone, and you will be helpless for all your hunting, because Westley and I are joined by the bond of love and you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.
I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.
That's how I always want to remember my time with you. Like a pure white light, breathtaking to behold.
Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.
Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door. She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side. Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.
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