...the routine of life goes on, whatever happens, we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit.
Daphne Du MaurierRead
He lacked tenderness; he was rude; and he had more than a streak of cruelty in him; he was a thief and a liar. He stood for everything she feared and hated and despised; but she knew she could love him... This was no choice made with the mind.
Interpretation
Love can exist even in the presence of flaws and negative traits.
This quote reflects the complexity of love, illustrating how strong emotions can persist even toward someone who embodies traits that one despises. It underscores the idea that love is not always a rational choice, and it can exist in the midst of conflict and contradiction, challenging our perceptions of what is truly worthy of affection.
In practice
In a romantic discussion about a troubled relationship.
...the routine of life goes on, whatever happens, we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit.
here was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.
She had to live in this bright, red gabled house with the nurse until it was time for her to die... I thought how little we know about the feelings of old people. Children we understand, their fears and hopes and make-believe.
We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.
How pleasant,' Dona said, peeling her fruit; 'the rest of us can only run away from time to time, and however much we pretend to be free, we know it is only for a little while - our hands and our feet are tied.
A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.
I define vulnerability as uncertainty, risk and emotional exposure. With that definition in mind, let’s think about love. Waking up every day and loving someone who may or may not love us back, whose safety we can’t ensure, who may stay in our lives or may leave without a moment’s notice, who may be loyal to the day they die or betray us tomorrow—that’s vulnerability.
However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.
When I first saw you, I saw love_x000D_ _x000D_ And the first time you touched me, I felt love_x000D_ _x000D_ And after all this time,_x000D_ _x000D_ You're still the one I love.
The path to love is our spiritual destiny.
The words burned on her tongue, but Minerva couldn’t give them voice. What a hopeless coward she was. She could pound on his door at midnight and demand to be respected as an individual. She could travel across the country in hopes of being appreciated for her scholarly achievements. But she still lacked the courage to ask for the one thing she wanted most. To be loved, just for herself.
In our darkest hour, in my deepest despair,_x000D_ Will you still care? Will you be there?_x000D_ In my trials and my tribulations,_x000D_ Through our doubts and frustrations,_x000D_ In my violence and my turbulence,_x000D_ Through my fear and my confessions,_x000D_ And my anguish and my pain,_x000D_ Through my joy and my sorrow,_x000D_ In the promise of another tomorrow,_x000D_ I'll never let you part,_x000D_ For you're always in my heart.
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