Our stories are different; our pain is the same.
If a king goes astray the common people pay for the sin.
Our human compassion binds us the one to the other - not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learnt how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future.
Later, going home, I realized they didn't look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
Mankind's suffering belongs to all men.
The pains felt by Asian countries are our own pains. Disaster in Asia is nothing but ours as well.
At the end of the day we feel the same; we all hurt.
We [writers] must know that we can never escape the common misery and that our only justification, if indeed there is a justification, is to speak up, insofar as we can, for those who cannot do so.
The fellowship of those who bear the mark of pain: who are the members of this Fellowship? Those who have learnt by experience what physical pain and bodily anguish mean, belong together all the world over; they are united by a secret bond.
So many people have been abused. It's not rare; it's a very common human experience, and we survive.
The tragedy of the man not set up for tragedy ? that is every man?s tragedy.
