The love of our neighbour in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him: “What are you going through?” It is a recognition that the sufferer exists, not only as a unit in a collection, or a specimen from the social category labelled “unfortunate,” but as a man, exactly like us, who was one day stamped with a special mark by affliction.
- Simone Weil, Waiting for God
- Simone Weil, Waiting for God
I have come to realise it doesn't make much sense to ponder the meaning of life; that it is a question induced by melancholy; that an answer is not really what we are looking for. Does it not disappear the minute we find joy again? Who, when finally seized by a great desire to love, to dance, to work, still wonders: what is the meaning of life?
Belinda Cannone, Petit éloge de l'embrassement
Belinda Cannone, Petit éloge de l'embrassement
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