But however measurable, there is much more life in music than mathematics or logic ever dreamed of.
Gabriel MarcelRead
I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers.
Interpretation
Hope is essential for the soul's vitality, much like breathing is essential for life.
In this quote, Gabriel Marcel draws a powerful analogy between hope and breathing, suggesting that just as breathing is vital for the physical existence of a living organism, hope is necessary for the spiritual and emotional sustenance of the soul. Without hope, individuals may find their spirits diminished and their capacity for joy and fulfillment greatly hindered, leading to a sense of desolation and despair.
In practice
During a motivational speech to inspire resilience in facing adversity, this quote can emphasize the importance of maintaining hope.
But however measurable, there is much more life in music than mathematics or logic ever dreamed of.
Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics.
You know you have loved someone when you have glimpsed in them that which is too beautiful to die.
An individual is not distinct from his place. He is his place.
Each finite creature can reflect only a fraction of the divine nature; thus, in the diversity of His creatures, God's infinity, unity and oneness appear to be broken into an effulfgence of manifold rays.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.
While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit.
But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.
There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.
Whenever I think of God I can only conceive of Him as a Being infinitely great and infinitely good. This last quality of the divine nature inspires me with such confidence and joy that I could have written even a miserere in tempo allegro.
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