Since everything is in our heads, we had better not lose them.
Coco ChanelRead
God knows I wanted love... but the moment I had to choose between the man I loved and my dresses... I chose the dresses
Interpretation
This quote reflects a conflict between romantic love and personal identity or material desires.
Coco Chanel's quote encapsulates the tension between one's passions and desires, suggesting that sometimes our attachments to material possessions or personal identities can outweigh the love we feel for others. In her case, the choice between love and her fashion creations highlights the importance she placed on her self-expression and individuality, indicating that love can be secondary to personal fulfillment.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about personal priorities in relationships.
Since everything is in our heads, we had better not lose them.
Hard times arouse an instinctive desire for authenticity.
Success is often achieved by those who don't know that failure is inevitable.
You can be gorgeous at thirty, charming at forty, and irresistible for the rest of your life.
Elegance does not consist in putting on a new dress.
Look for the woman in the dress. If there is no woman, there is no dress.
I thought I knew what love was before giving birth to my baby, but whatever I had experienced in the past paled in comparison to the utterly unconditional love I immediately felt for the little bundle I now held in my arms.
Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.
What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.
When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation. Those three words were what everyone used; simple syllables couldn't contain something as rare as what I felt for Sean. I wanted him to feel what I felt when I was with him: that incredible combination of comfort, decadence, and wonder; the knowledge that, with just a single taste of him, I was addicted.
No,' he said, 'memory's a poor thing to have. It's your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want. I didn't know I could ever love anything so much.
There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.