Success Quote by Jean de La Bruyère

The line flatters the simplest human fantasy while quietly dismantling the age’s more performative ideals: that life’s meaning must be earned through achievement, eloquence, or moral display. La Bruyere, writing in the polished theater of Louis XIV’s France, knew how much “society” was really a choreography of rank, wit, and reputation. Against that backdrop, “to be among people one loves” lands as a small rebellion. Not a grand Rousseau-style return to nature, but a private refusal of the courtly demand to be brilliant on command.

The genius is in the inventory of ordinary acts: to dream, to speak, to be silent, to think of “indifferent things.” He doesn’t romanticize intimacy as constant confession or rapture; he insists that even boredom becomes weightless in the right company. “Indifferent” is the tell: love doesn’t sanctify every topic, it dissolves the need for sanctification. You’re allowed to be trivial, unfinished, uninteresting. That permission is the real luxury.

“But among them, everything is equal” is both comfort and critique. Comfort, because affection levels the inner world; your anxious hierarchy of what matters and what doesn’t stops barking. Critique, because it implies the rest of social life is an exhausting inequality of attention: some gestures count, some words buy status, some silences are punished. With loved ones, the scales don’t disappear; they’re simply irrelevant. La Bruyere’s intent is to argue, with understated edge, that the highest form of belonging is not intensity but ease.