The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.
Francois De La RochefoucauldRead
No matter how much care we put into hiding our passions under the appearances of devotion and honor, they can always be seen to peer out through these covers.
Interpretation
Our true passions can be seen, even if we try to hide them behind a facade of honor and devotion.
This quote by Francois De La Rochefoucauld suggests that no matter how diligently we attempt to suppress or conceal our true desires and passions with outward appearances of loyalty and integrity, those authentic feelings will ultimately reveal themselves. It highlights the struggle between inner truth and external representation, showcasing the difficulty of completely masking our true selves.
In practice
During a team meeting discussing group dynamics, one could use this quote to emphasize the importance of authenticity.
The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.
Old men delight in giving good advice as a consolation for the fact that they can no longer set bad examples.
Some counterfeits reproduce so very well the truth that it would be a flaw of judgment not to be deceived by them.
Conceit causes more conversation than wit.
The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body; after all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind, and they are in continual danger of breaking the skin and bursting out again.
To understand matters rightly we should understand their details; and as that knowledge is almost infinite, our knowledge is always superficial and imperfect.
Fame is a form of misunderstanding.
[Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day--to you, thief of fire, I speak.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
The sorcerer's description of the world is perceivable. But our insistence on holding on to our standard version of reality renders us almost deaf and blind to it.
Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary.
Contempt for happiness is usually contempt for other people's happiness, and is an elegant disguise for hatred of the human race.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.