on love
It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most
- Marguerite Duras
Love that is not madness is not love
- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen
- Francois de la Rochefoucauld
Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion
- Miguel de Unamuno
Love has been a recurring topic of late. I don't attribute the focus to the passing of V-day as it's one of those holidays that I forget until someone else reminds me.
More and more I've been accused of being overly-practical, pessimistic, jaded, even a player. And increasingly I spew verbiage to reinforce that image. Words that I don't believe fall from my lips, the voice of a dissimulating persona that camouflages another who revels in tragic romantic fantasy. I absolutely LOVE watching films like 'Moulin Rouge' and 'Devdas' and 'Out of Africa'. For a few hours, my Hollywood-shaped idea of love is gratified. And afterwards, I want to hurl the DVD out the window because I feel I've been cheated, lied to, led to believe in a concept of romantic love that is impossible in the world in which we live.
I will admit, there are flashing moments of blinding intensity that keep the romantic alive. But then there is the other 99% of the time to deal with. Are we to simply live for those moments?
5 Comments:
See, the fact that you still believe shows you are nowhere near cynical as me. There is still hope for you.
Interesting quotes, but I don't think it should be so complicated.
Are we to simply live for those moments?
Yes.
Cynicism doesn't preclude belief/faith. In fact, I think the more of a cynic you are, the more reason to believe that there is an underlying die-hard romantic. Otherwise, what would engender such disillusion?
age and bitter experience :)
yes yes yes.
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