What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!
Georges BernanosRead
I know the compassion of others is a relief at first. I don't despise it. But it can't quench pain, it slips through your soul as through a sieve. And when our suffering has been dragged from one pity to another, as from one mouth to another, we can no longer respect or love it.
Interpretation
Compassion can initially ease suffering, but it may not provide lasting relief.
Georges Bernanos reflects on the nature of compassion and suffering, suggesting that while the support and compassion of others may bring temporary relief, it ultimately fails to address the depth of one's pain. As individuals move from receiving pity and support to feeling burdened by it, their ability to appreciate or love that compassion diminishes. This highlights the complexity of suffering and the limitations of external sympathy.
In practice
During a therapy session, one might refer to this quote to discuss the limits of empathy in healing.
What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!
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