How could I abandon my parents, who were nice enough to pay for my education at Culver Creek, my parents who had always loved me, just because I maybe liked some girl with a boyfriend? How could I leave them alone with a giant turkey and mounds of inedible cranberry sauce? So during third period, I called my mom at work.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
Please.
Do not ask us who we are.
The hardest part of grief
Is giving it a name.
You’re the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
The good you find in others is a reflection of the good that is in yourself.
You should not judge; you should understand.
My question? It has no answer.
Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.
When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.
Empathy means understanding others on their own terms and bringing them into the orbit of one’s own experience.
How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?
Empathy is seeing with the eyes of another, listening with the ears of another, and feeling with the heart of another.
Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war.
Empathy works so well because it doesn’t require a solution. It requires only understanding.
That swan is the spawn of Satan. Never get closer to it than we are now.
Empathy is about finding echoes of another person in yourself.
It’s not imaginary. It’s my great perhaps.
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