Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
Interpretation
Romantic love often turns out to be an illusion that fades over time, revealing a more complex reality.
In this quote, Thomas Moore suggests that romantic love is often perceived as an idyllic and passionate experience, but this initial enchantment can diminish as relationships progress. He notes that people frequently realize this truth at the conclusion of romantic relationships or when the fervent feelings of love transition into the more subdued reality of marriage, highlighting the complexities and challenges inherent in long-term relationships.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about the nature of love during a marriage counseling session.
When we relate to our bodies as having soul, we attend to their beauty, their poetry and their expressiveness. Our very habit of treating the body as a machine, whose muscles are like pulleys and its organs engines, forces its poetry underground, so that we experience the body as an instrument and see its poetics only in illness.
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
Love and compassion are the pillars of world peace.
Love is eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence.
Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'
You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day's wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
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