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Me and nature are two.
What attracts people most, it would appear, is other people.
Friends, though absent, are still present.
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people.
In another time, in another place, I wonder who they might have been.
There's more to this world than just people, you know.
What are others worth that they have the nerve to sneer at any human being?
Consider Others as Yourself.
Others are my main concern. When I notice something of mine, I steal it and give it to others.
Odd people, as I said, and I owe them a great deal, though they would be offended and distressed to think anyone owed them anything.
And I have the others in me. Even when I'm far away from them, I am forced to live with them. Even when I'm all alone, crowds surround me. I have no place to flee to, unless I were to flee from myself.
, and they could name a handful.
If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?
I am a part of all whom I have met.
The rare few, who, early in life have rid themselves of the friendship of the many.
All of them with their own lives, untouched by mine. Or each other's.
Many are those who could. Few are those who did.
My children, who don't know they play on a graveyard.
Some people come from nowhere.People-- Erin Moure
People seek the society of others who are exciting, disconcerting and volatile, who are never the same from one moment to the next and usually change complexion completely.
There's no one else. There never was. It's still only ever you.-- Lesley Jones
To associate with other like-minded people in small, purposeful groups is for the great majority of men and women a source of profound psychological satisfaction. Exclusiveness will add to the pleasure of being several, but at one; and secrecy will intensify it almost to ecstasy.
I find others, those who prey on the innocent and do not play by the rules, and I make them go away in small, carefully wrapped pieces.
Complete - Yourself! Others may only enhance your completeness.
Few people are spoken of in the way they would choose
What are other people to us? Material. The stuff of our work. Whom do we love more, the girl or the portrait, the thing we've made of her? We artists, we're not quite human, are we? We love no one.
The company of certain people may excite our generosity and sensitivity, while that of others awakens our competitiveness and envy.
The people in my circle? Those who make me feel blessed; not stressed.
Other people are like a mirror which reflects back on us the kind of image we cast.
These groups were: running enthusiasts, lifestyle managers, personal goal achievers, personal accomplishers, and competitive achievers.
Others see obstacles; I see opportunities.
Me, myself and I. That's all I got in the end.
We need new friends; some of us are cannibals who have eaten their old friends up; others must have ever-renewed audiences before whom to re-enact the ideal version of their lives.
Among many people with you;
but I only can see you.
Truly appreciate those around you, and you'll soon find many others around you.
Many are those who pity others while being blind to their own misfortunes.
Other people may complicate our lives, but life without them would be unbearably desolate. None of us can be truly human in isolation. The qualities that make us human emerge only in the ways we relate to other people.
Many will want what you have, but few will do what you do.
Save the World-ers
If you can't share with your friends, who can you share with?
There are different kinds of people in the world.
Many are the friendships that have found an unforseeen and sudden end on a journey, and few are those that survive it.
Edward, they might know me. Some people
Well there are those that you wield and those that you join.
of them gave those thoughts a second consideration
There's always room in the heart for others, too.
Those that are above business.
The more - the merrier.
Take the Friendmaker, for instance. Oi called 'im that , and now, when people see 'im, they instantly want to be my friend. Those that live, o' course. - Grunthor
I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.
It may be that the best time for Otherness has already passed. Clearly part of the basis for this renaissance has been wealth, especially the unprecedented comfort enjoyed by the vast majority of Westerners since World War II, in which very few of us can even conceive of starving
Well, I don't see any other ones around...-- Helen Dewitt
Many other means there be, that promise the foreknowledge of things to come: besides the raising up and conjuring of ghosts departed, the conference also with familiars and spirits infernal. And all these were found out in our days, to be no better than vanities and false illusions ...
Poltroons, cowards, skulkers and dastards.
Everyone in their little worlds.
Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.
When we get tired of enjoying all the pleasures within our reach, we have still a resource in thinking of others that are not.
There were these things to do.
Who needs them when we have each other?
8Those who make them become like them; so do all who trust in them.
People come and go.
Mankind divides itself into two classes,
benefactors and malefactors. The second class is vast; the first a handful.
I live in a beautiful place, I work at something I love, I make enough money to live, and my demands on the world's resources are very meager. What's unusual about this idyllic circumstance is that there is plenty of room for more to join.
Gertrude Stein said, "I write for myself and strangers." I would say I write for myself, strangers and the great dead.
The better angels of our nature
Other-oriented feelings congruent with the perceived welfare of another person.
All human beings have their otherness and it is that which cries out to the heart.
Philosophers.-We are full of things which take us out of ourselves.
For Whom the Snob Trolls
I have some friends, some honest friends, and honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that's not too new.
One frequently hears that there are not enough places for people to go. But where do we not go? We are too many and tread too heavily. (Perhaps the world is to blame for being too small.)
There is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly. We contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border that we cross.
I observe myself and I come to know others.
I'll alight upon words because I think they suggest any number of things.
Then there would never have been anyone else. These is no one else for me. Only you.
The only real service we can render to that which we perceive and interpret in phenomenal existence as 'others' is by awakening to universal consciousness ourselves.
One of the hardest things about being alive is being with other people.
When I die, I'd like' Friends' to be listed behind 'helping people.'
There are lots of ways to work together.
Community cannot for long feed on itself; it can only flourish with the coming of others from beyond, their unknown and undiscovered brothers.
The friends whom I have are invaluable, and although not numerous they are sufficient for my enjoyment; and the texture of my own mind renders me very indifferent to the rest of the world.
Friends are ourselves.
The people who love my paintings, that respond to them the most, they're spectators, they're not viewers.
What many men desire
that 'many' may be meant By the fool multitude that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach, Which pries not to th' interior, but like the martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty.
It is through others that we become ourselves.
And finally: Who are we when we're not ourselves?
Some waste away their lives by drinking, partying or by simply having fun and living for pleasure.
Some of my best thinking is done by others.
Who are the 20% of people who produce 80% of your enjoyment and propel you forward, and which 20% cause 80% of your depression, anger, and second-guessing?
A glorious something else awaits.
I flatter myself, at times, that though among them, I am not of them
How few there are who are furnished with abilities sufficient to recommend their actions to the admiration of the world, and distinguish themselves from the rest of mankind.
All have their worth and each contributes to the worth of the others.
Those who respect age, deserve to live to be old, and to be respected themselves.
In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.
All that one gives to others one gives to one's self. If this truth is understood, who will not give to others?
Us with our busy, busy little lives, finding no better way to pass our years than in competitive disdain.
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Another time, another place.