I always thought I was Jeanne d'Arc and Bonaparte. How little one knows oneself.
Charles De GaulleRead
Treaties, you see, are like girls and roses; they last while they last.
Interpretation
Treaties are often temporary and fragile, much like relationships.
In this quote, Charles De Gaulle compares treaties to girls and roses, suggesting that both are beautiful and desirable in their own right, but also imply a certain transience and vulnerability. Just as relationships and flowers have a limited lifespan, so do treaties; they require care and goodwill to endure, and may not survive the test of time or changing circumstances.
In practice
During a negotiation, I reminded my team that treaties can be fragile, similar to the relationships we cultivate.
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