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I prefer to be true to myself, even at the risk of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than be false, and to incur my own abhorrence
- Frederick Douglass
Pain is still pain, suffering is still suffering, regardless of whoever, or whatever, is the victim.
Everything is worthy of kindness.
All this talk of religion, but it's how you live your life that is the all-important thing.
If you set out each day to do all the goodness and kindness that you can, and to do harm to man or beast, then you are walking the highest path.
And when your time is up, if you can leave the earth a better place than you found it, then yours will have been a life well lived.
Pain is still pain, suffering is still suffering, regardless of whoever, or whatever, is the victim.
Everything is worthy of kindness.
When you plant a tree every leaf that grows will tell you, what you sow will bear fruit. So if you have any sense, my friend, don't plant anything but love
- Rumi
Pain is still pain, suffering is still suffering, regardless of whoever, or whatever, is the victim.
Everything is worthy of kindness.
My uncle served in the First World War and experienced the horrors of the Somme, which lived with him all his life. He had led a group of men, returned with only three survivors and was badly wounded himself.
He was awarded the Military Cross.
It was about thirty years ago, when he was dying of cancer, that the following event took place.
During his illness my mother cared for him at home and I remember one evening we were sitting with him talking quietly. He was too ill to contribute much to the conversation, but he liked to hear us chatting, when suddenly he leaned forward and stared across the room. He became very animated and looked very happy as he began to talk to people he could obviously see, but we couldn't. He was calling each of them by name, and asking how they were and how wonderful it was to see them.
It became apparent from what he was saying, that they were some of the men who had served with him at the Somme and had died there.
There was a look of wonderment on his face and he forgot his pain.
I will never forget that night and although I could not see his friends, I have no doubt that they were there.
I didn't see him conscious again and he died a couple of days later
- From 'The Art of Dying'
Pain is still pain, suffering is still suffering, regardless of whoever, or whatever, is the victim.
Everything is worthy of kindness.
How far I am away from the true temper of soul, this letter in its changing uncertain moods, its scorn and bitterness, its aspirations and failure to realise those aspirations, shows you quite clearly.
But do not forget at what a terrible school I am sitting at my task.
And incomplete, imperfect, as I am, yet from me you may have still much to gain.
You came to me to learn the pleasure of life and the pleasure of art. Perhaps I am chosen to teach you something much more wonderful - the meaning of sorrow and its beauty
- Oscar Wilde
Pain is still pain, suffering is still suffering, regardless of whoever, or whatever, is the victim.
Everything is worthy of kindness.
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