Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote questions the essence of love, suggesting it is merely a concept overshadowed by the pursuit of pleasure.
In this quote, Oscar Wilde provocatively challenges the conventional understanding of love, implying that it lacks substance and holds no real importance. He posits that love is merely a term without true existence, which is ultimately transcended by the experience of pleasure, thus suggesting that seeking enjoyment is the primary objective in life rather than being entangled in the complexities of love.
Themes
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In practice
Example use cases
During a discussion on the nature of human emotions, this quote can highlight the debate between love and pleasure.
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