Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
George SandRead
Humanity is outraged in me and with me. We must not dissimulate nor try to forget this indignation, which is one of the most passionate forms of love.
Interpretation
Indignation can be a powerful form of love that should not be ignored.
In this quote, George Sand expresses the idea that feelings of outrage and indignation about human suffering are deeply intertwined with love. Rather than suppressing these feelings, we should acknowledge and embrace them as they reflect our passion and commitment to humanity and social justice.
In practice
This quote can be shared in a discussion about social justice and the emotional responses to injustice.
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
Some say that cats are devils, but they behave badly only when they are alone. When they are among us cats are angels.
One is happy as a result of one's own efforts, once one knows of the necessary ingredients of happiness-simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience. Happiness is no vague dream, of that I now feel certain.
Art for art's sake is an empty phrase. Art for the sake of truth, art for the sake of the good and the beautiful, that is the faith I am searching for.
How obvious it is now--the gift you gave him. All those letters, they were you... All those beautiful powerful words, they were you!.. The voice from the shadows, that was you... You always loved me!" Roxanne
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.
What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.
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