The scapegoat has always had the mysterious power of unleashing man's ferocious pleasure in torturing, corrupting, and befouling.
Francois MauriacRead
To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
Interpretation
Loving someone allows you to perceive their unique qualities that others may overlook.
This quote expresses the profound nature of love, suggesting that true affection enables individuals to recognize extraordinary qualities in others that remain unnoticed by those who do not share the same bond. It highlights how love can deepen our understanding and appreciation of the miraculous aspects of another person's character, thus transforming our perspective on their existence.
In practice
Using this quote in a wedding speech to illustrate the depth of love shared between two people.
The scapegoat has always had the mysterious power of unleashing man's ferocious pleasure in torturing, corrupting, and befouling.
The man who partakes in the breaking of the bread dares to build his house on the very core of love. He becomes, as it were, Godlike, but regardless of the strength he derives from it, his free will remains. We are always free to disown this immense grace, to abuse it. The Greatest Love may be betrayed. Fed on the Living Bread, we nevertheless conceal a part of ourselves which longs for swine's food.
That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.
Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.
No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.
Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.
If you want to see what judgment looks like, go to the cross. If you want to see what love looks like, go to the cross.
But Colin's only understanding of love was of limitless loyalty, boundless tolerance.
I see love in black and white. Passion in shades of “gris”. But when it comes to you and I, color is all I see.
Thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most venial sin.
Love isn't any one good thing; it's a very, very strange mishmash of emotions. Your love for somebody is, oftentimes, informed by the terrible things you might believe about yourself, and comparatively, the person you see them as is everything that you're not.
I thought I would love you forever—and, a little, I may, in the way I still move toward a crate, knees bent, or reach for a man: as one might stretch for the three or four fruit that lie in the sun at the top of the tree; too ripe for any moment but this, they open their skin at first touch, yielding sweetness, sweetness and heat, and in me, each time since, the answering yes.
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