Quote by Johann von Goethe

Correction does much, but encouragement does more. Encouragement after censure is as the sun after a shower.


Correction does much, but encouragement does more. Encourage

Summary

This quote emphasizes the power of encouragement compared to correction. While correction can be helpful in pointing out mistakes and improving oneself, encouragement holds greater value. It suggests that after offering criticism or censure, providing words of encouragement can uplift and motivate individuals even further. It likens this act of encouragement to the refreshing and nurturing warmth of the sun after a rain shower, implying that it has a revitalizing and positive impact on people's spirits.

Topics

Support
By Johann von Goethe
Liked the quote? Share it with your friends.

Random Quotations

From Les Miserables:All at once, in the midst of this profound calm, a fresh sound arose; a sound as celestial, divine, ineffable, ravishing, as the other had been horrible. It was a hymn which issued from the gloom, a dazzling burst of prayer and harmony in the obscure and alarming silence of the night; women's voices, but voices composed at one and the same time of the pure accents of virgins and the innocent accent of children, -- voices which are not of the earth, and which resemble those that the newborn infant still hears, and which the dying man hears already. This song proceeded from the gloomy edifice which towered above the garden. At the moment when the hubbub of demons retreated, one would have said that a choir of angels was approaching through the gloom.Cosette and Jean Valjean fell on their knees.They knew not what it was, they knew not where they were; but both of them, the man and the child, the penitent and the innocent, felt that they must kneel.These voices had this strange characteristic, that they did not prevent the building from seeming to be deserted. It was a supernatural chant in an uninhabited house. While these voices were singing, Jean Valjean thought of nothing. He no longer beheld the night; he beheld a blue sky. It seemed to him that he felt those wings which we all have within us, unfolding.The song died away. It may have lasted a long time. Jean Valjean could not have told. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment.

Victor Hugo