Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.
Interpretation
Love often emerges from our deepest pains and struggles.
This quote suggests that the most profound expressions of love often arise from experiences of suffering and heartache. It reflects the idea that the places in our lives where we face adversity can lead to the development of compassion, empathy, and deep connections with others, highlighting the transformative power of love in the midst of pain.
In practice
In a speech about resilience, one might say, 'Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.'
It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.
Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves. Urge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly like an angel arranging clouds. Let your spirit move through them softly.
I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.
The most powerful words in English are 'Tell me a story,' words that are intimately related to the complexity of history, the origins of language, the continuity of the species, the taproot of our humanity, our singularity, and art itself.
There is no sincerer love than the love of food.
Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it.
When Allah loves you, He places the love of you in the hearts of the people whose love is worth having.
Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,_x000D_ _x000D_ To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee_x000D_ _x000D_ I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.
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