A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.
Miguel De UnamunoRead
Spiritual Love is born of sorrow. . . . For men love one another with spiritual love only when they have suffered the same sorrow together, when through long days they have ploughed the stony ground buried beneath the common yoke of a common grief. It is then that they know one another and feel one another and feel with one another in their common anguish, and so they pity one another and love one another.
Interpretation
Spiritual love develops through shared suffering and grief.
In this quote, Miguel De Unamuno suggests that true spiritual love arises when individuals endure and share similar sorrows together. It is through the shared experience of pain and struggle that people can connect deeply, empathize with one another, and ultimately develop a profound love based on mutual understanding and compassion.
In practice
During a difficult time at a memorial service, this quote could be used to remind attendees of the bond formed through shared grief.
A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.
Suffering is the substance of life and the root of personality, for it is only suffering that makes us persons.
Only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.
Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude.
If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it, let us fight against destiny, even without hope of victory.
There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. Man is the more man - that is, the more divine - the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.
We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.
Unselfish love does not exploit its object and it does not ask for anything in return.
Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?
Love only what befalls you and is spun for you by fate.
Falling in love is not an extension of one's limits or boundaries; it is a partial and temporary collapse of them.
I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.
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