Love is generally confused with dependence; but in point of fact, you can love only in proportion to your capacity for independence.
Rollo MayRead
Courage is necessary to make being and becoming possible.
Interpretation
Courage is essential for growth and transformation.
This quote by Rollo May highlights the importance of courage in the processes of existence and personal development. It suggests that without the willingness to face fears and uncertainties, one cannot fully engage in the journey of being oneself or evolving into who they aspire to be.
In practice
In a motivational speech about personal development.
Love is generally confused with dependence; but in point of fact, you can love only in proportion to your capacity for independence.
To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive - to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before
Terrorism and the whole drug scene are vivid examples of the fact that what persons abhor most of all in life is the possibility that they will not matter.
Humor is the healthy way of feeling "distance" between one's self and the problem, a way of standing off and looking at one's problem with perspective.
Beauty is the experience that gives us a sense of joy and a sense of peace simultaneously.
The poet, like the lover, is a menace on the assembly line.
We are suffering. We have suffered. And we are not afraid to suffer in order to win our cause.
Most people would have given up when faced with all the criticism I've received over the years.
All I know is that after 10 years of being sober, with huge support to express my pain and anger and shadow, the grief and tears didnβt wash me away. They gave me my life back! They cleansed me, baptized me, hydrated the earth at my feet. They brought me home, to me, to the truth of me.
A brave man is a man who dares to look the Devil in the face and tell him he is a Devil.
I remember my first day of chemo as if it were yesterday, hanging up my favorite summer dress like an athlete retiring a jersey. Within a few weeks, my waist had shrunk to a double zero - the size it was when I was in the sixth grade. My cheek bones jutting out. Rings under my eyes. Skin the color of chalk.
I don't know any other way to live but to wake up every day armed with my convictions, not yielding them to the threat of danger and to the power and force of people who might despise me.
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