What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!
Georges BernanosRead
I know the compassion of others is a relief at first. I don't despise it. But it can't quench pain, it slips through your soul as through a sieve. And when our suffering has been dragged from one pity to another, as from one mouth to another, we can no longer respect or love it.
Interpretation
Compassion can initially ease suffering, but it may not provide lasting relief.
Georges Bernanos reflects on the nature of compassion and suffering, suggesting that while the support and compassion of others may bring temporary relief, it ultimately fails to address the depth of one's pain. As individuals move from receiving pity and support to feeling burdened by it, their ability to appreciate or love that compassion diminishes. This highlights the complexity of suffering and the limitations of external sympathy.
In practice
During a therapy session, one might refer to this quote to discuss the limits of empathy in healing.
What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!
Fear, true fear, is a savage frenzy. Of all the insanities of which we are capable, it is surely the cruelest. There is naught to equal its drive, and naught can survive its thrust.
It's a fine thing to rise above pride, but you must have pride in order to do so.
Hell, madame, is to love no longer.
God! how is it that we fail to recognize that the mask of pleasure, stripped of all hypocrisy, is that of anguish?
Have you never been moved by poor men's fidelity, the image of you they form in their simple minds? Why should you always talk of their envy, without understanding that what they ask of you is not so much your worldly goods, as something very hard to define, which they themselves can put no name to; yet at times it consoles their loneliness; a dream of splendor, of magnificence, a tawdry dream, a poor man's dream -and yet God blesses it!
Therefore a victorious army first wins and then seeks battle; a defeated army first battles and then seeks victory.
Teach him a certain refinement in sorting out and selecting his arguments, with an affection for relevance and so for brevity. Above all let him be taught to throw down his arms and surrender to truth as soon as he perceives it, whether the truth is born at his rival's doing or within himself from some change in his ideas.
The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works.
It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.
We only see what we want to see; we only hear what we want to hear. Our belief system is just like a mirror that only shows us what we believe.
Whoever refuses to remember the inhumanity is prone to new risks of infection.
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