Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
Marianne WilliamsonRead
Until we have seen someone's darkness, we don't really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is.
Interpretation
True understanding of others and love comes from witnessing and forgiving their flaws.
This quote highlights the importance of recognizing and accepting the darker aspects of a person's character as a fundamental part of knowing them genuinely. It also emphasizes that love is not just about seeing the good in others, but also about forgiving their imperfections and vulnerabilities, allowing for deeper connections and mutual understanding.
In practice
In a discussion about relationships, one might say, 'As Marianne Williamson wisely said, until we have seen someone's darkness, we don't really know who they are.'
Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
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Governments move armies, but only individuals can move hearts.
The world is in trouble. Many have prayed. God sent help. God sent you.
Once we truly understand that God's will is that we be happy, we no longer feel the need to ask for anything other than that God's will be done.
A queen is wise. She has earned her serenity, not having had it bestowed on her but having passer her tests. She has suffered and grown more beautiful because of it. She has proved she can hold her kingdom together. She has become its vision. She cares deeply about something bigger than herself. She rules with authentic power.
A bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.
For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.
I shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love, love, love, above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.
Love is acceptance. When you love someone . . . you take them into your heart, and that is surely why it hurts so much when we lose someone we love, because we lose a part of ourselves.
Nothing new here, except my marrying, which to me is a matter of profound wonder.
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