“თქვენი პატრიოტული აღტკინება, თქვნივე პროვინციალიზმის ბრალია, პროვინციული ხილია, ბაზრის სილამაზე, იქვე, დახლთან რომ ჭამ, ნიკაპზე რომ ჩამოგდის მისი ტკბილი წვენი და უნებურად წელში გხრის რათა შარვალზიც არ დაისვარო მაგრამ იმდენად დიდია გემოს გასინჯვის ცდუნება ერთი წუთიერი აბსოლიტური თავისუფლება გეუფლება. არავითარ ყურადღებას არ აქცევ ეთიკის ნორმებს თუმცა უზრდელობაც თავისებური თავისუფლებაა. მეორე წუთს კი როცა ეს ცდუნება გაგივლის აღარ იცი სად წაიღო ის ლამაზი ნაყოფის წვენით გაწებილი ხელები დგახარ ამდენ ხალხში სასაცილოდ თითებგაფარჩხული სანამ ვინმე გაზეთის ნახევს არ მოგაწოებს, ანდა, სამადლოდ გულის ჯიიდან ცხვირსახოცს არ ამოიღებს რაკი შენთვითონ შენივე სისულელისა და სულსწრაფობის გამო ისეთი უსუსური ხარ რომ საკუთარი გულისჯიბეც მიუწვდომელი გახდა.”
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“If one were to list all the cruelties and maltreatments, both physical and emotional, that parents and adults inflict on children under the guise of love, the list would be a long one. But, going beyond such sinister examples, even kissing and hugging may or may not convey to a child that he is loved.
Love is a feeling, an emotional state. Artists, writers, philosophers, poets have tried to define it. Marcel Proust says, "Love is space and time measured by the heart." What is space and time? It is the here and now. It is you.
As unfortunately I am no poet, I will try to recall from my own experience how it feels to be truly loved by someone. It makes me feel good, it opens me up, it gives me strength, I feel less vulnerable, less lonely, less helpless, less confused, more honest, more rich; it fills me with hope, trust, creative energy and it refuels me.
How do I perceive the other person who gives me these feelings? As honest, as one who sees and accepts me for what I really am, who objectively responds without being critical, whose authenticity and values I respect and who respects mine, who is available when needed, who listens and hears, who looks and sees me, who shares herself - who cares. Cares. To care is to put love in action. The way we care for our babies is then how they experience our love.”
― The RIE Manual
Love is a feeling, an emotional state. Artists, writers, philosophers, poets have tried to define it. Marcel Proust says, "Love is space and time measured by the heart." What is space and time? It is the here and now. It is you.
As unfortunately I am no poet, I will try to recall from my own experience how it feels to be truly loved by someone. It makes me feel good, it opens me up, it gives me strength, I feel less vulnerable, less lonely, less helpless, less confused, more honest, more rich; it fills me with hope, trust, creative energy and it refuels me.
How do I perceive the other person who gives me these feelings? As honest, as one who sees and accepts me for what I really am, who objectively responds without being critical, whose authenticity and values I respect and who respects mine, who is available when needed, who listens and hears, who looks and sees me, who shares herself - who cares. Cares. To care is to put love in action. The way we care for our babies is then how they experience our love.”
― The RIE Manual
“So that in the nature of man,
we find three principal causes of quarrel:
First, Competition;
Secondly, Dissidence;
Thirdly, Glory.
The first, maketh men invade for Gain;
the second, for Safety;
and the third, for Reputation.
The first use Violence, to make themselves Masters of other men's persons, wives, children and cattle;
the second, to defend them;
the third, for trifles, as a word, a smile, a different opinion, and any other sign of undervalue, either direct in their Persons, or by reflexion in their Kindred, their Friends, their Nation, their Profession, or their Name.”
― Leviathan
we find three principal causes of quarrel:
First, Competition;
Secondly, Dissidence;
Thirdly, Glory.
The first, maketh men invade for Gain;
the second, for Safety;
and the third, for Reputation.
The first use Violence, to make themselves Masters of other men's persons, wives, children and cattle;
the second, to defend them;
the third, for trifles, as a word, a smile, a different opinion, and any other sign of undervalue, either direct in their Persons, or by reflexion in their Kindred, their Friends, their Nation, their Profession, or their Name.”
― Leviathan
“Don't you love to look at coffins? I've always enjoyed looking at one now and then. I think of a coffin as an absolutely lovely piece of furniture, even when it's empty, and if there's someone lying in it, it's really quite sublime in my eyes.”
― The Magic Mountain
― The Magic Mountain
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