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Erich Fromm's The Art of Loving

  01/10/15 23:23, by , Categories: Quote

If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to the rest of his fellow men, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism. Yet most people believe that love is constituted by the object, not by the faculty. In fact, they even believe that it is proof of the intensity of their love when they do not love anybody except the "loved" person. This is the same fallacy which I have already mentioned above. Because one does not see that love is an activity, a power of the soul, one believes that all that is necessary to find is the right object - and that everything goes by itself afterward. This attitude can be compared to that of the man who wants to paint but who, instead of learning the art, claims that he just has to wait for the right object - and that he will paint beautifully when he finds it. If I truly love one person I love all persons, I love the world, I love life. If I can say to somebody else, "I love you," I must be able to say, "I love in you everybody, I love through you the world, I love in you also myself."

Joe Kelly, Deadpool #25

  06/16/14 00:48, by , Categories: Quote

You must listen...without free will...true, pain dies out...but so does evolution. Without struggle...without the drive to better oneself, there is no art, no music...no courage...no revolution. No love. All that remains is ignorant bliss...until death...not just of the individual...but your entire race.

James Collins on The Past

  03/05/11 21:40, by , Categories: Quote

The past! The past! Do we stride before it, trailing it behind?
No. It pushes us inexorably forward, like a glacier, into the present.

from “Beginner’s Greek”

Have You Got Any Soul?

  02/02/11 19:00, by , Categories: Quote

I’m reading “High Fidelity” by Nick Hornby. It’s about a record store owner that was recently dumped. I especially enjoyed the following paragraph:

“Have you got any soul?” a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I’ve got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can’t seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn’t be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.

Emily Dickinson wrote a poem about Facebook

  09/09/10 17:29, by , Categories: Quote

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – Too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

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