Love cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.
Interpretation
Love has a healing effect on both the giver and the receiver.
This quote by Karl A. Menninger emphasizes the profound impact of love on individuals. It suggests that love acts as a remedy, not just for those who receive it, but also for those who express it. The act of giving love can foster a sense of purpose and fulfillment, while receiving love can provide comfort and healing in difficult times.
In practice
During a speech about community service at a fundraiser.
People repeat in adult life emotions they experience in childhood. Many of the people whom I spent the last 30 or 40 years treating at so much per minute wouldn't have needed any treatment at all if they had had the right care as children.
We have come to see that just as the child must learn to love wisely, so he must learn to hate expeditiously, to turn destructive tendencies away from himself toward enemies that actually threaten him rather than toward the friendly and the defenseless, the more usual victims of destructive energy.
We need criminals to identify ourselves with, to secretly envy and to stoutly punish. They do for us the forbidden, illegal things we wish to do.
Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand.
What's done to children, they will do to society.
Our lives are shaped by those who love us as well as those who refuse to love us.
How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!
If one loves, one need not have an ideology of love.
She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
Deep at the center of my being there is an infinite well of love. I now allow this love to flow to the surface.
He thinks about her, at this moment, in her house, a few thin walls away, packing her life into boxes and bags and he wonders what memories she is rediscovering, what thoughts are catching in her mouth like the dust blown from unused textbooks. He wonders if she has buried any traces of herself under her floorboards. He wonders what those traces would be if she had. And he wonders again why he thinks about her so much when he knows so little to think about.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.