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"If you love yourself, you love everybody else as you do yourself. As long as you love another person less than you love yourself, you will not really succeed in loving yourself, but if you love all alike, including yourself, you will love them as one person and that person is both God and man. Thus he is a great and righteous person who, loving himself, loves all others equally."

In a culture in which these qualities are rare, the attainment of the capacity to love must remain a rare achievement. Or—anyone can ask himself how many truly loving persons he has known.

PFFF no querías empezar más leve Erich?

… unless he tries most actively to develop his total personality, so as to achieve a productive orientation; that satisfaction in individual love cannot be attained without the capacity to love one’s neighbor, without true humility, courage, faith and discipline.

THE READING OF THIS book would be a disappointing experience for anyone who expects easy instruction in the art of loving. This book, on the contrary, wants to show that love is not a sentiment which can be easily indulged in by anyone, regardless of the level of maturity reached by him. It wants to convince the reader that all his attempts for love are bound to fail…

Me está gustando pero it’s loooong

hasta ahora puedo decir con mucha certeza que “la comparación es el ladrón de la felicidad”

No sé qué causó dentro de mí aquel desclasamiento, hoy me resulta difícil expresar claramente, con fidelidad, lo que sentí. En un primer momento tal vez nada, algo de celos, como todas. Pero seguramente fue por aquella época cuando nació en mí una preocupación. Pensé que, aunque las piernas me funcionaban bien, corría permanentemente el riesgo de quedarme coja.

A la espera del mañana, los mayores se mueven en un presente detrás del que están el ayer y el anteayer o, como mucho, la semana pasada; no quieren pensar en el resto. Los pequeños desconocen el significado del ayer, del an-teayer, del mañana, todo se reduce a esto, al ahora: la calle es esta. el portón es este, las escaleras son estas, esta es mamá, este es papá este es el día, esta la noche.

Life in that room seemed to be occurring beneath the sea. Time flowed past indifferently above us; hours and days had no meaning

“You do not have the intention of just wandering through the world like a sailor? You will make home someday?”

“Live him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?”