A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.
Miguel De UnamunoRead
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.
Interpretation
True love involves suffering, and we must choose between love and happiness.
Miguel De Unamuno suggests that genuine love is inherently tied to suffering. He argues that the depth of a person's capacity for love is linked to their ability to endure pain and anguish. In a world of choices, one has to reconcile the joy of love with the inevitable suffering it brings, highlighting the complexity of human emotions and relationships.
In practice
In a speech about the complexities of love during a wedding ceremony.
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.
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.
Deep at the center of my being there is an infinite well of love. I now allow this love to flow to the surface.
Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.
Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.
Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?
Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.
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