Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Robert Louis StevensonRead
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.
Interpretation
True love entails selflessness and generosity, while giving can occur without love.
This quote emphasizes the profound relationship between love and giving. It suggests that while one can perform acts of giving without any emotional attachment or love, authentic love inherently involves a willingness to give, share, and sacrifice for the well-being of others. It highlights that love is fundamentally linked to generosity, compassion, and the desire to nurture those we hold dear.
In practice
This quote could be used in a wedding speech to highlight the importance of love in relationships.
Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.
His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.
The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.
It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.
I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.
We turned onto the last landing. Going out with this guy, I thought, would involve a lot of silly laughter, some wit--the buzz of his whispered wisecracks in my ear. But there would be as well his willingness to reveal, or more his inability to conceal, that he had been silently rehearsing my name as he climbed the stairs behind me. There would be his willingness to bestow upon me the power to reassure him. He would trust me with his happiness.
Unselfish love does not exploit its object and it does not ask for anything in return.
Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.
He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
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