One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Honore De BalzacRead
Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
Interpretation
The heart often seeks love and affection, but can easily dwell in hatred without pause.
This quote by Honore De Balzac highlights the contrast between love and hatred in human emotions. It suggests that while love requires effort and occasional pauses to rejuvenate, hatred can persist without interruption, indicating its potentially consuming nature. The 'heights of affection' implies that love involves elevation and struggle, whereas the 'slippery slope of hatred' alludes to its effortless, detrimental slide into negativity.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of forgiveness, this quote can illustrate how love requires effort.
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