Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
George SandRead
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
Interpretation
The end of a journey should be viewed as a goal to be celebrated rather than something to fear or mourn.
George Sand emphasizes that reaching the end of a journey, whether literal or metaphorical, should not be seen as a disaster but rather as an achievement. The conclusion of any endeavor is a goal to strive for, representing completion and the lessons learned along the way, rather than a catastrophe that evokes sadness or regret.
In practice
In a graduation speech to celebrate the completion of studies.
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
Humanity is outraged in me and with me. We must not dissimulate nor try to forget this indignation, which is one of the most passionate forms of love.
Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
Some say that cats are devils, but they behave badly only when they are alone. When they are among us cats are angels.
One is happy as a result of one's own efforts, once one knows of the necessary ingredients of happiness-simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience. Happiness is no vague dream, of that I now feel certain.
But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
It was my life β like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.
Next to God we are indebted to women, first for life itself, and then for making it worth living.
She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst⦠Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.
Remember always, he said, that nothing is as precious to us as the magnificent gift of life. Let the moon and the stars always remind you of this-that though we are tiny creatures in this universe, we are filled with life.
Always cut the cards...and smile when you lose.
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