The safest road to hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.
Pleasure in being praised is not Pride. The child who is patted on the back for doing a lesson well, the woman whose beauty is praised by her lover, the saved soul to whom Christ says ‘Well done,’ are pleased and ought to be. For here the pleasure lies not in what you are but in the fact that you have pleased someone you wanted (and rightly wanted) to please. The trouble begins when you pass from thinking, ‘I have pleased him; all is well,’ to thinking, ‘What a fine person I must be to have done it.’ The more you delight in yourself and the less you delight in the praise, the worse you are becoming
Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
I AM NOT REBLOGGING THIS BECAUSE I FIND IT CUTE OR AGREEABLE. I am reblogging this because it is a perfect example of how twisted the idea of love is in today’s youth.
“I love you not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.”
This sentence is communicating that the person in question is not in love with the other person, but is in fact in love with themself. They are in love with how much of a better person they feel like they are when they are around the other person.
They don’t spend time with the other person because they love who they are. They don’t spend time with the other person because they think they are wonderfully attractive and inexplicably fun. They don’t spend time with the other person because they simply enjoy their company. They spend time with the other person because it makes THEM feel better about THEIR SELF. Their goal is not to do nice things for the other person and make them feel like the most important boy/girl in the world, it is to make sure they feel good about themself more often.
All they can think about is how the other person makes them feel, not how they can make the other person feel or what they can do for them.
Whoever said this quote has completely missed out on what love is, and has traded the real thing for a sad, sorry, and FAKE copy.
