We have to realize that we are as deeply afraid to live and to love as we are to die.
R. D. LaingRead
From the moment of birth, when the Stone-Age baby confronts the twentieth-century mother, the baby is subjected to these forces of violence called love, as its father and mother and their parents and their parents before them, have been. These forces are mainly concerned with destroying most of its potential.
Interpretation
Love can be both nurturing and destructive, influencing a person's potential from birth.
This quote by R. D. Laing highlights the paradoxical nature of love, suggesting that while it is often seen as a nurturing force, it can also impose limitations on a child's potential. As each generation raises the next, they unconsciously carry forward both the legacies of love and the destructive patterns that can inhibit growth, raising questions about how familial love shapes individuality.
In practice
During a family gathering, you might share this quote to spark a discussion about the complexities of familial love.
We have to realize that we are as deeply afraid to live and to love as we are to die.
Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death.
Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.
The experience and behavior that gets labeled schizophrenic is a special strategy that a person invents in order to live in an unlivable situation.
The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice.
Here we have the paradox, the potentially tragic paradox, that our relatedness to others is an essential aspect of our being, as is our separateness, but any particular person is not a necessary part of our being.
What’s the point of being a magician if you can’t wave your wand and make the people you care about feel better?
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
Like officer Dave.He's never said much about his life, but I can tell he's scarred. And he knows I'm scarred too. The wounded always recognize the wounded. We can smell each other.
Often, instead of offering empathy, we have a strong urge to give advice or reassurance and to explain our own position or feeling.
I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replaced it with trust.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
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