The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.
Laura Ingalls WilderRead
Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it.
Interpretation
Suffering is temporary, but love is everlasting and should be cherished.
This quote emphasizes the transient nature of suffering compared to the enduring quality of love. It suggests that despite the inevitability of hardships and pain in life, love remains a constant and precious gift, possibly implying a divine origin. Therefore, one should recognize the value of love and make the most of it instead of allowing suffering to overshadow it.
In practice
In a speech about resilience, one might quote this to highlight the importance of cherishing love during tough times.
The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
The true way to live is to enjoy every moment as it passes, and surely it is in the everyday things around us that the beauty of life lies.
We who live in quiet places have the opportunity to become acquainted with ourselves, to think our own thoughts and live our own lives in a way that is not possible for those keeping up with the crowd.
Every job is good if you do your best and work hard. A man who works hard stinks only to the ones that have nothing to do but smell.
When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now." But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,β¦ She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;_x000D_ _x000D_ I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,_x000D_ _x000D_ And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Our love of being right is best understood as our fear of being wrong
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
...once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding.
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