It's important to be heroic, ambitious, productive, efficient, creative, and progressive, but these qualities don't necessarily nurture the soul. The soul has different concerns, of equal value: downtime for reflection, conversation, and reverie; beauty that is captivating and pleasuring; relatedness to the environs and to people; and any animal's rhythm of rest and activity.
Soul appears when we make room for it.
Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.
We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.
Besides, the story is ambivalent and mysterious in its ending. Is this Alkestis returning from down below? Why does she have a veil over her face? Could it be that when we forcefully bring back to life what has been lost through love what we get is only a shate of its former reality? Maybe we can never succeed fully in restoring the soul to life. Maybe she will always be veiled and at least partially shielded from the rigors of actual life. Love demands a submission that is total.
I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.
There's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.
Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.
An eternal question about children is, how should we educate them? Politicians and educators consider more school days in a year, more science and math, the use of computers and other technology in the classroom, more exams and tests, more certification for teachers, and less money for art. All of these responses come from the place where we want to make the child into the best adult possible, not in the ancient Greek sense of virtuous and wise, but in the sense of one who is an efficient part of the machinery of society. But on all these counts, soul is neglected.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.