The Little Virtues

The Little Virtues

Natalia Ginzburg β€” 1989

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Q@qontfnns
4 stars
Mar 13, 2024

I enjoy each essay to a different degree but i love how personal and heartfelt everything is overall. The last one's especially important for parents (to be). It's abgreat food for thought whatever way you end up deciding to parent. I'll try to look if there's a stand-alone version to share. Lovely!

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Gabe Cortez@gabegortez
5 stars
Aug 28, 2023

The last 3 essays in here are πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

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Nadine @intlnadine
4 stars
Feb 17, 2022

A beautiful set of essays from the 60's. In particular the keystone essay "The little virtues" is one for every parent and educator to ponder. What values do we pass down to our children consciously and unconsciously and what impact do they have on the people they become?

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David Whipps@dwhipps
4 stars
May 23, 2024
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Anna @berthamason
5 stars
Jan 8, 2024
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Cassie B@partialtruth
3 stars
Jan 1, 2024
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Ren@lrnhch
4 stars
Sep 18, 2023
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Juliana@soundly
3 stars
Jun 14, 2023
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Alexandra Vo@ph_anh
4 stars
Apr 23, 2023
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Nicole Vanderbilt@nmvandy
5 stars
Sep 2, 2022
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Lauren Eliza@laureneliza
4 stars
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Terry Thomas@tenthnazgul
5 stars
Aug 12, 2022
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Roger Amundsen@gododger
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Mar 8, 2022
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Donald@riversofeurope
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Arnav Shah@arnavshah
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s.@mythweaver
4 stars
Dec 13, 2021
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Sophie Gallagher@sophiegllghr
5 stars
Aug 30, 2021

Highlights

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Konrad Glogowski@teachandlearn

Now, we live elsewhere in a completely different, much bigger city, and if we meet and talk about our own city we do so with no sense of regret that we have left it, and say that we could not live there any longer. But when we go back, simply passing through the station and walking in the misty avenues is enough to make us feel we have come home; and the sadness with which the city fills us every time we return lies in this feeling that we are at home and, at the same time, that we have no reason to stay here; because here, in our own home, our own city, the city in which we spent our youth, so few things remain alive for us and we are oppressed by a throng of memories and shadows.

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Konrad Glogowski@teachandlearn

There is a kind of uniform monotony in the fate of man. Our lives unfold according to ancient, unchangeable laws, according to an invariable and ancient rhythm. Our dreams are never realized and as soon as we see them betrayed we realize that the intensest joys of our life have nothing to do with reality. No sooner do we see them betrayed than we are consumed with regret for the time when they glowed within us. And in this succession of hopes and regrets our life slips by.