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Dante AlighieriRead
Still desiring, we live without hope.
Interpretation
Desire can lead to a sense of hopelessness if it is unfulfilled.
This quote by Dante Alighieri reflects on the nature of desire and its impact on our emotional state. It suggests that when we continuously desire without the hope of fulfillment, we may find ourselves in a state of despair, indicating that hope is essential for a meaningful and joyful life. The interplay between desire and hope highlights how human aspirations can either uplift or diminish our spirit.
In practice
In a motivational speech about overcoming obstacles.
I saw within Its depth how It conceives_x000D_ _x000D_ All things in a single volume bound by Love_x000D_ _x000D_ of which the universe is the scattered leaves.
Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.
Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.
Doubt is part of all religion. All the religious thinkers were doubters.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe
If machines do everything well, including allocating capital and resources efficiently, can that be deflationary, can that eliminate poverty? I don't know. It's hard to be very optimistic if you look at how humans have behaved historically.
Human life without death would be something other than human; consciousness of mortality gives rise to out deepest longings and greatest accomplishments.
For life is tendency, and the essence of a tendency is to develop in the form of a sheaf, creating, by its very growth, divergent directions among which its impetus is divided.
Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
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