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
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
Interpretation
The end of a journey should be viewed as a goal to be celebrated rather than something to fear or mourn.
George Sand emphasizes that reaching the end of a journey, whether literal or metaphorical, should not be seen as a disaster but rather as an achievement. The conclusion of any endeavor is a goal to strive for, representing completion and the lessons learned along the way, rather than a catastrophe that evokes sadness or regret.
In practice
In a graduation speech to celebrate the completion of studies.
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
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.
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.
My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured.
When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin. And this was her penance. Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.
Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.
Life is too short to be little. Man is never so manly as when he feels deeply, acts boldly, and expresses himself with frankness and with fervor.
So many years of preparation, for what was called adult life: was it for this?
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
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