One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
StendhalRead
True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.
Interpretation
True love enables individuals to face the concept of death without fear, viewing it as a measure of value.
In this quote, Stendhal expresses the profound nature of true love, suggesting that when one experiences deep affection, the idea of death loses its terror. Instead of being a source of fear, death becomes a point of comparison, highlighting the worth of what one might sacrifice for love, making the thought of losing loved ones a part of the overall experience of loving deeply.
In practice
This quote could be used in a wedding speech to emphasize the strength of love.
One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.
Love in marriage should be the accomplishment of a beautiful dream, and not, as it too often is, the end.
Maybe it's just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows — maybe even tomorrow.
Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else it may be their miserable fortune, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be reproached even for the calm content, the marble image of happiness, which they will have imposed upon her as the warm reality.
Because they have been in love they have survived everything that life could throw at them, even their own failures.
There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world.
Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.
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