Ponder the fact that God has made you a gardener, to root out vice and plant virtue.
St. Catherine Of SienaRead
There is no sin nor wrong that gives man such a foretaste of Hell in this life as anger and impatience.
Interpretation
Anger and impatience can lead to a profound sense of suffering comparable to hell in this life.
St. Catherine of Siena suggests that the emotional states of anger and impatience create a distressing experience for individuals, akin to the torments of hell. This quote emphasizes the destructive nature of these feelings, portraying them not just as flaws in character but as significant sources of inner turmoil that can overshadow one's peace and happiness in life.
In practice
During a motivational speech about emotional well-being.
Ponder the fact that God has made you a gardener, to root out vice and plant virtue.
When it seems that God shows us the faults of others, keep on the safer side-it may be that your judgment is false. On your lips let silence abide. And any vice that you may ascribe to others, ascribe at once to them and yourself, in true humility. If that vice really exists in a person, he will correct himself better, seeing himself so gently understood, and will say of his own accord the thing that you would have said to him.
O unfathomable depth! O Deity eternal! O deep ocean! What more could You give me than to give me Yourself?
To a brave man, good and bad luck are like his left and right hand. He uses both.
There is no perfect virtue-none that bears fruit- unless it is exercised by means of our neighbor.
Eternal Trinity... mystery deep as the sea, You could give me no greater gift than the gift of Yourself. For You are a fire ever burning and never consumed, which itself consumes all the selfish love that fills my being.
An entirely new system of thought is needed, a system based on attention to people, and not primarily attention to goods. . . .
Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't born dead. I never met a man who was less interested in the living. Sometimes I think that's the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.
I live on Earth at present, and I donβt know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing β a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process β an integral function of the universe.
But we are not interested in death at all: rather, we escape the facts, we are continuously escaping the facts. Death is there, and every moment we are dying. Death is not something far away, it is here and now: we are dying. But while we are dying we go on being concerned about life. This concern with life, this over concern with life, is just an escape, just a fear. Death is there, deep inside - growing.
Death is the only thing we haven't succeeded in completely vulgarizing.
We stole countries with the cunning use of flags. Just sail around the world and stick a flag in. "I claim India for Britain!" They're going "You can't claim us, we live here! Five hundred million of us!" "Do you have a flag β¦? "No..." "Well, if you don't have a flag, then you can't have a country. Those are the rules... that I just made up!
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