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.
Some day, the world will discover that, without thought, there can be no love.
I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.
I have often prayed for you like this Let me have her
If music be the food of love, play on.
I wish people would love everybody else the way they love me. It would be a better world.
I would say that although my music may be or may have been part of the cultural background fabric of the gay community, I consider myself an outsider who belongs everywhere and nowhere... Being a human being is what truly counts. That's where you'll find me.
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