Anger, if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful to us than the injury that provokes it.
Seneca The YoungerRead
He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed.
Interpretation
This quote highlights the idea that indulging in love can lead to a binding commitment one may regret later.
Seneca the Younger suggests that when someone nurtures and embraces love, they may unknowingly enter into a relationship that becomes difficult to escape. By cherishing love, one can become entrapped by it, realizing too late that they have willingly accepted the responsibilities and emotional ties that come with such affection.
In practice
In a speech about the complexities of love at a wedding.
Anger, if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful to us than the injury that provokes it.
No tree becomes rooted and sturdy unless many a wind assails it. For by its very tossing it tightens its grip and plants its roots more securely; the fragile trees are those that have grown in a sunny valley.
Slavery takes hold of few, but many take hold of slavery.
To be able to endure odium is the first art to be learned by those who aspire to power.
Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness.
Loyalty is the holiest good in the human heart.
There are two kind of men,' said Ka, in a didatic voice. 'The first kind does not fall in love until he's seen how the girls eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she's angry at her father, and what sort of stories people tell about her. The second type of man -- and I am in this category -- can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.
Only through loving and supporting one another, even in the face of unbearable pain and suffering, will this cycle of violence end.
Posting a letter and getting married [sic] are among the few things left that are entirely romantic; for to be entirely romantic, a thing must be irrevocable
If you become more sensitive to beauty, to poetry, that means your love has blossomed. And all the energy that has been left by fear, anger and hate, will be taken over by your love, your sensitivity, your compassion, your creativity. This is the whole alchemy of changing base metals into gold.
And even though i act crazy I gotta thank the lord that you made meh.
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
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