When every autumn people said it could not last through the winter, and when every spring there was still no end in sight, only the hope that out of it all some good would accrue to mankind kept men and nations fighting. When at last it was over, the war had many diverse results and one dominant one transcending all others: disillusion.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the enduring human hope during prolonged hardships, ultimately revealing the disillusionment that follows such struggles.
Barbara Tuchman's quote highlights the persistence of hope that motivates humanity to endure the trials of war and adversity, despite the overwhelming challenges and doubts that accompany such times. It speaks to the idea that people and nations continue to fight driven by the belief that their sacrifices might lead to positive outcomes, even when disillusionment is the eventual result. This disillusionment serves as a reminder of the complex and often harsh realities that follow great struggles, challenging the idealistic notions that may have fueled the fight in the first place.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a reflective discussion on the impacts of war during a historical event seminar.
In a country where misery and want were the foundation of the social structure, famine was periodic, death from starvation common, disease pervasive, thievery normal, and graft and corruption taken for granted, the elimination of these conditions in Communist China is so striking that negative aspects of the new rule fade in relative importance.
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Theology being the work of males, original sin was traced to the female.
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Now, when anything 'bad' happens, I remember that everything that ever happens to me has within it the seeds of something better. I look for the upside rather than the downside. I ask myself, 'Where's the greater benefit in this event?'
In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.
Even though I am nearly deaf, I seem to be gifted with a kind of inner hearing which enables me to detect sounds and noises which the ordinary person does not hear.
Self-acceptance is my refusal to be in an adversarial relationship to myself.
The last of human freedoms - the ability to chose one's attitude especially an attitude of gratitude in a given set of circumstances especially in difficult circumstances.
paranoia is just a heightened sense of awareness
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