A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.
Miguel De UnamunoRead
Spiritual Love is born of sorrow. . . . For men love one another with spiritual love only when they have suffered the same sorrow together, when through long days they have ploughed the stony ground buried beneath the common yoke of a common grief. It is then that they know one another and feel one another and feel with one another in their common anguish, and so they pity one another and love one another.
Interpretation
Spiritual love develops through shared suffering and grief.
In this quote, Miguel De Unamuno suggests that true spiritual love arises when individuals endure and share similar sorrows together. It is through the shared experience of pain and struggle that people can connect deeply, empathize with one another, and ultimately develop a profound love based on mutual understanding and compassion.
In practice
During a difficult time at a memorial service, this quote could be used to remind attendees of the bond formed through shared grief.
A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.
Suffering is the substance of life and the root of personality, for it is only suffering that makes us persons.
Only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.
Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude.
If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it, let us fight against destiny, even without hope of victory.
There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. Man is the more man - that is, the more divine - the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.
If the love object is divine perfection, then one's own self is elevated by joining one's destiny to it... All our guilt, fear, and even our mortality itself can be purged in a perfect consummation with perfection itself.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.
At first I assumed hate was the opposite of love. But it isn't. The opposite of love is indifference.
Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself.
Love is a learned behavior. If you don't learn how to love yourself someone will teach you how to hate yourself.
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