Quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld

We always love those who admire us, but we do not always love those whom we admire.

We always love those who admire us, but we do not always lov

Summary

This quote highlights the asymmetry in the nature of love. It suggests that it is human tendency to feel affection towards individuals who appreciate and hold high opinions of us. However, it points out that admiration alone is not sufficient for love to arise. Love is a complex emotion that requires a deeper connection beyond admiration, involving a variety of factors such as compatibility, shared values, and emotional intimacy. Thus, the quote suggests that while admiration can be a catalyst for love, it is not a guarantee that love will be reciprocated or formed.

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By Francois de La Rochefoucauld

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