There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.
HomerRead
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
Interpretation
Excessive love can lead to intense feelings of hatred.
This quote suggests that the depth of one's love can correlate with the intensity of one's hate. When emotions are experienced in extremes, such as love, they can easily flip into their opposite, as attachment and passion can lead to equally strong feelings of resentment and animosity when love is challenged or lost.
In practice
During a discussion about the complexities of relationships at a seminar.
There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.
For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain,_x000D_ _x000D_ And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!
Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool β it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.
Only love and death will change all things.
Being single is wonderful and I love it. I don't ever have a morning where I wake up and say, 'I really need to find a boyfriend today.'
It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.
So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
It is beautiful to be alone, it is also beautiful to to be in love, to be with people. And they are complementary, not contradictory.
She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don't let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say. The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, "You don't know how happy I am to be with you." That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express.
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