Man, in spite of his fatal degradation, bears always the evident marks of his divine origin, in that every universal belief is always more or less true.
Joseph De MaistreRead
Reason speaks in words alone, but love has a song.
Interpretation
Love transcends mere words and emotion, expressing itself through a deeper, more artistic communication.
This quote by Joseph De Maistre suggests that while reason and logic might articulate thoughts and ideas through language, love operates on a different level that resonates through feelings and creativity, akin to music. It emphasizes that the essence of love is often expressed in ways that go beyond verbal explanation, capturing the emotional and poetic aspects of human experience.
In practice
In a wedding speech, one might use this quote to describe the depth of the couple's bond.
Man, in spite of his fatal degradation, bears always the evident marks of his divine origin, in that every universal belief is always more or less true.
Man is insatiable for power; he is infantile in his desires and, always discontented with what he has, loves only what he has not. People complain of the despotism of princes; they ought to complain of the despotism of man.
A constitution that is made for all nations is made for none.
False opinions are like false money, struck first of all by guilty men and thereafter circulated by honest people who perpetuate the crime without knowing what they are doing.
Man in harmony with his Creator is sublime, and his action is creative; equally, once he separates himself from God and acts alone, he does not cease to be powerful, since this is the privilege of his nature, but his acts are negative and lead only to destruction.
Wherever an altar is found, there civilization exists.
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
I will love you forever" swears the poet. I find this easy to swear too. "I will love you at 4:15 pm next Tuesday" - Is that still as easy?
I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?
To know the pain of too much tenderness
It's the ones who resist that we most want to kiss, wouldn't you say?
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