Great minds sink alike, right?
We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws.
We feel that the Arabs and Jews are cousins in race, having suffered similar oppressions at the hands of powers stronger than themselves, and by a happy coincidence have been able to take the first step towards the attainment of their national ideals together.
What I hear people talking about are things that anybody of any color or any religion or any sexual orientation can get with. They cannot earn a decent living if they're working class folks. They're worried about retirement if they're in their 40s and 50s. They're worried about sending their kids to college. If we focus on what really matters, we can get there.
Everyone struggles with ups and downs and there is great therapy in knowing we all go through it.
To be truly empathetic, we have to acknowledge that we're all human, we're all flawed, and that life can be difficult.
A friend is one who has the same enemies as you have.
Just because you don't know if other people are experiencing the same thing as you are, it doesn't mean that it's not happening. Everybody doesn't necessarily share everything. Just know that what you're going through, other people are going through it, too.
Every woman who thinks she is the only victim of violence has to know that there are many more.
I always felt myself to be an unlucky person like Donald, who is a victim of so many circumstances. But there isn't a person in the United States who couldn't identify with him. He is everything, he is everybody; he makes the same mistakes that we all make.
It's one thing to talk to a vet about something, but when you're talking to a fellow rookie going through the same struggles you are, you kind of understand it - and you grow together like that.
There is a sort of camaraderie that rarely exists except between men who have fought the same enemies and know the same women.
There are a lot of parallels to the 'Sparkle' story and my story.
When we fail we are merely joining the great parade of humanity that has walked ahead of us and will follow after us.
Anywhere you go, where people are at the bottom, we've all got the same outlook on life and want to strive for more.
Women, I believe, search for fellow beings who have faced similar struggles, conveyed them in ways a reader can transform into her own life, confirmed desires the reader had hardly acknowledge-desires that now seem possible. Women catch courage from the women whose lives and writings they read, and women call the bearer of that courage friend. [p. 138]
The roses, the lovely notes, the dining and dancing are all welcome and splendid. But when the Godiva is gone, the gift of real love is having someone who'll go the distance with you. Someone who, when the wedding day limo breaks down, is willing to share a seat on the bus.
I don't think there's any independent cartoonist whose stuff I don't like or respect in at least some way or another. We're all marginal laborers - we're practically medical oddities - so I don't see why we can't all be nice to each other.
You must do as your people do. If my people are poor, I must be poor. People ask me, 'Why don't you find a personal coach or a private car?' I can't. Then I won't be part of my people.
The misery of other people is only an abstraction something that can be sympathized with only by drawing from one's own experiences. But as it stands, true empathy remains impossible. And so long as it is, people will continue to suffer the pressure of their seemingly singular existence.
Even though everybody's lives are different, in general we're all human beings, and we go through the same things: disappointments, the pleasures of life, life and death. That's always been a really big part of the show to me, making sure the audience feels connected, and that carries through to the album.
What shames us, what we most fear to tell, does not set us apart from others; it binds us together if only we can take the risk to speak it.
I know that sounds cliché, but mostly from my own experiences and things I see around me. We're all human beings, and a lot of the things I write about are pretty universal things.
I've been betrayed a lot of times in life. I think everybody's been.
Everyone has troubles. Finding yourself in the same boat with everyone else is the first sign of spirituality.
