sympathy [Theme] Page 2

Nietzsche temporarily sacrifices even the cult of genius, even to the despised masses, he pays debts. Now even true greatness seems fatal to him, because it seeks to "suppress with itself many weaker forces and embryos," while it is more just and desirable that not only great natures live, but that there is enough air and light for the weaker and gentler ones."

forgot how to sympathize with myself!

And go to your relatives if you have something to give them ... Because happiness is not measured in money, happiness is when you have someone to take care of. Anyway, in this world there is much more light than darkness, more good than evil. It's just that evil is louder, because it is more noticeable. It is a pity that it is impossible to collect all the evil in one group, to separate them from the good! Suddenly, they would be able to grow kinder, seeing how few of them really are.

The pain subsides when sympathy is in your eyes!

Empathy always takes me by surprise. I don't know what to do with him, with that stupid sympathy.

The door to which Bim walked is the door of his friend, and therefore his, Bim's, door. He walked to the door of trust and life. Bim would like to reach it and either wait for a friend, or die: there was no longer the strength to look for him in the city. He could only wait. Just wait.

I peer into the faces of the others. Fun activity! It's like putting your hand into a bucket of small fish. Uncertain joy, wavering courage, fattening malice, sanctimonious sympathy, eyeless anxiety, cowardly hopes are my pitiful prey.

Emotional pain is said to last twelve minutes. The rest is auto-suggestion, I agree with that. On the other hand, even the strongest people have breakdowns when they need support and even empathy. But why are we ready to endlessly comfort our child, and the weakness of a man is annoying. Or maybe it's about our feelings, because when you love, you are ready to share all the troubles and accept all the shortcomings.

The basis of sincere friendship is mutual joy and sympathy.

The Soviet classic wrote: "Pity insults a person." But no. But no. But I don't agree with him. Absolutely not offending. If this is from a pure heart, then in fact, it helps the one who is sorry and raises above himself the one who feels this pity. It's called empathy, if you will. If you don't like the word pity, call it a word - empathy, empathy, mercy.

Sometimes empathy only makes things worse.

We do not pity them, carrying this heavy memory, but ourselves. To truly regret, one must not abandon cruel knowledge, but share it, take a part on one's soul. In addition, this is a document, you cannot rewrite it, it was written in blood, it was written with life on white sheets of the 41st, 42nd, 43rd, 44th, 45th years ...

What then is professionalism? A good doctor, probably, is precisely because of the rarity that it is not easy, painful to take on someone else's misfortune as it is, entirely and experience it as your own.

Sometimes I feel sorry for the Creeper! I understand that all game, but the dream is still possible?

Just look at his face, his colour, and the bottom line: green as the longing brings only destruction, nothing from it and seals Pets allowed!