The man who has sufficient power over himself to wait until his nature has recovered its even balance is the truly wise man, but such beings are seldom met with.
Giacomo CasanovaRead
Cultivating whatever gave pleasure to my senses was always the chief business of my life; I have never found any occupation more important. Feeling that I was born for the sex opposite mine, I have always loved it and done all that I could to make myself loved by it. I have also been extravagantly fond of good food and irresistibly drawn by anything which could excite curiosity.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the importance of pursuing personal pleasures and connections in life.
Giacomo Casanova expresses a philosophy that centers around indulging in sensory pleasures as the primary purpose of his existence. He highlights the significance of love, particularly with those of the opposite sex, and acknowledges a deep passion for food and curiosity. This perspective underscores a hedonistic approach to life, where the thrill of experiences and connections are paramount.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a discussion about the importance of pursuing passions in life.
The man who has sufficient power over himself to wait until his nature has recovered its even balance is the truly wise man, but such beings are seldom met with.
I have met with some of them - very honest fellows, who, with all their stupidity, had a kind of intelligence and an upright good sense, which cannot be the characteristics of fools.
From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.
The mind of a human being is formed only of comparisons made in order to examine analogies, and therefore cannot precede the existence of memory.
For my future I have no concern, and as a true philosopher, I never would have any, for I know not what it may be: as a Christian, on the other hand, faith must believe without discussion, and the stronger it is, the more it keeps silent.
I have had friends who have acted kindly towards me, and it has been my good fortune to have it in my power to give them substantial proofs of my gratitude.
Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.
Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.
How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?
The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and the vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. Loving makes love. Loving makes itself. We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn't that be the way to make love stay?
Any place you love is the world to you.
I don't write songs about a specific, elusive thing. I write about love, and everyone knows what it is like to have your heart broken.
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