Quote stalked a bit this day.

“You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling the wage payer down. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and encourage by taking away people’s initiatitive and independence. You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves.”
— Abraham Lincoln
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
— Martin Luther King Jr. (I Have a Dream: Writings and Speeches That Changed the World)
“Stories are in one way or another mirrors. We use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn’t work. Like mirrors stories prepare us for the day to come. They distract us from the things in darkness.”
— Neil Gaiman (Smoke and Mirrors)
“The best index to a person’s character is how he treats people who can’t do him any good, and how he treats people who can’t fight back.”
— Abigail Van Buren
“Most of the time one night blends into the next and weeks blend into weeks and months into other months. And sooner or later we all die. But at the beginning of the night anything’s possible.”
— Lauren Oliver (Before I Fall)

“People are by and large a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel’s always linked to the lie of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even.”
— Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.”
— Chuck Palahniuk (Invisible Monsters)
“‘How can one still have ideals when there are so many blind, deaf, and mad people in the world? How can I remorsely enjoy the light another cannot see or the sound another cannot hear? I feel like a thief of light. Have we not stolen light from the blind and sound from the deaf? Isn’t our very lucidity responsible for the madman’s darkness? When I think about such things, I lose all courage and will, thoughts seem useless, and compassion, vain. For I do not feel mediocre enough to feel compassion for anyone. Compassion is a sign of superficiality: broken destinies and unrelenting misery either make you scream or turn you to stone. Pity is not only inefficient; it is also insulting. And besides, how can you pity another when you yourself suffer ignominiously? Compassion is as common as it is because it does not bind you to anything! ‘Nobody in this world has yet died from another’s suffering.’ And the one who said that he died for us did not die; he was killed.’”
— E.M. Cioran’s “The Vanity of Compassion” from the collection On the Heights of Despair

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