Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
William BlakeRead
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
Interpretation
Forgiveness can be more challenging when it involves those we are close to, like friends, than those with whom we have less personal connection.
The quote by William Blake highlights the paradox of human relationships, particularly the emotional weight we attach to friendships. While it might be expected that forgiving a friend would be easier due to the bond shared, the betrayal or hurt caused by someone closer can cut deeper, making forgiveness a more complex and difficult process.
In practice
In discussions about loyalty and trust in friendships.
Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.
Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
...real loneliness is having no one to miss. Think yourself lucky you've known something worth missing.
Whenever you tell a group of people that they can't use bathrooms, or they can't access spaces that other people use, that is dehumanizing. It is discriminatory, and it reinforces the stigma and the prejudices that the transgender community already faces.
Marriage is not a love affair. A love affair has to do with immediate personal satisfaction. Marriage is an ordeal; it means yielding, time and again. That's why it's a sacrament; You give up your personal simplicity to participate in a relationship. And when you're giving, you're not giving to the other person; you're giving to the relationship.
Listen- all that she was then, all that she is now, those gestures, everything I remember but won't or can't articulate anymore, the perfect words that are somehow made imperfect when used to describe her and all that should remain unsaid about her- it is all unsupported by reason. I know that. But that enigmatic calm that attaches itself to people in the presence of reason- it's something from which I haven't been able to take comfort, not reliably, not since her.
The connections we make in the course of a life--maybe that's what heaven is.
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