The very ingredients that nurture love - mutuality, reciprocity, protection, worry, responsibility for the other - are sometimes the very ingredients that stifle desire.
Esther PerelRead
What is the relationship between love and desire? How do they relate, and how do they conflict? ... Therein lies the mystery of eroticism.
Interpretation
The quote explores the complex interplay between love and desire, highlighting their connection and potential conflicts.
Esther Perelβs quote delves into the intricate relationship between love and desire, suggesting that while they are intertwined, they can also create tension and conflict within relationships. By describing this relationship as a mystery, she invites reflection on how eroticism is shaped by both feelings, emphasizing that understanding this dynamic is crucial for fostering intimacy and connection.
In practice
During a relationship workshop to discuss the balance of love and desire.
The very ingredients that nurture love - mutuality, reciprocity, protection, worry, responsibility for the other - are sometimes the very ingredients that stifle desire.
Love is a vessel that contains both security and adventure, and commitment offers one of the great luxuries of life: time. Marriage is not the end of romance, it is the beginning.
If you start to feel that you have given up too many parts of yourself to be with your partner, then one day you will end up looking for another person in order to reconnect with those lost parts.
Eroticism thrives in the space between the self and the other.
Most of us will get turned on at night by the very same things that we will demonstrate against during the day - the erotic mind is not very politically correct.
It isnβt so much that we want to leave the person we are with as we want to leave the person we have become.
If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.
You know, gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender - people are people.
And there she was, alone and walking out in the cornfield while everyone else I cared for sat together in one room. She would always feel me and think of me. I could see that, but there was no longer anything I could do. Ruth had been a girl haunted and now she would be a woman haunted. First by accident and now by choice. All of it, the story of my life and death, was hers if she chose tot ell it, even to one person at a time.
We never lose our loved ones. The accompany us; they don't disappear from our lives. We are merely in different rooms.
It's never a good deal when only one party thinks it is.
I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together
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