“When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering, I feel like I am a little cruel.”
Antonio Porchia (1885–1968) Italian Argentinian poet
Cuando tu dolor es un poco mayor que mi dolor, me siento un poco cruel.
Voces (1943)
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
“When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering, I feel like I am a little cruel.”
Antonio Porchia (1885–1968) Italian Argentinian poet
Cuando tu dolor es un poco mayor que mi dolor, me siento un poco cruel.
Voces (1943)
Robert B. Pippin (1948) American philosopher
Source: Hegel's Idealism: The Satisfactions of Self-Consciousness (1989), p. 21
Miguel de Unamuno (1864–1936) 19th-20th century Spanish writer and philosopher
The Tragic Sense of Life (1913), V : The Rationalist Dissolution
Context: In books of psychology written from the spiritualist point of view, it is customary to begin the discussion of the existence of the soul as a simple substance, separable from the body, after this style: There is in me a principle which thinks, wills and feels... Now this implies a begging of the question. For it is far from being an immediate truth that there is in me such a principle; the immediate truth is that I think, will and feel. And I — the I that thinks, wills and feels — am immediately my living body with the states of consciousness which it sustains. It is my living body that thinks, wills and feels.
M. S. Subbulakshmi (1916–2004) singer,Carnatic vocalist
Quotations by 60 Greatest Indians, Dhirubhai Ambani Institute of Information and Communication Technology http://resourcecentre.daiict.ac.in/eresources/iresources/quotations.html,
“I am not her to vent my feelings. I am here to achieve my goals.”
Lois McMaster Bujold Vorkosigan Saga
Vorkosigan Saga, Komarr (1998)
Vincent Van Gogh (1853–1890) Dutch post-Impressionist painter (1853-1890)
1880s, 1880, Letter to Theo (Cuesmes, July 1880)
Context: There is a great difference between one idler and another idler. There is someone who is an idler out of laziness and lack of character, owing to the baseness of his nature. If you like, you may take me for one of those. Then there is the other kind of idler, the idler despite himself, who is inwardly consumed by a great longing for action who does nothing because his hands are tied, because he is, so to speak, imprisoned somewhere, because he lacks what he needs to be productive, because disastrous circumstances have brought him forcibly to this end. Such a one does not always know what he can do, but he nevertheless instinctively feels, I am good for something! My existence is not without reason! I know that I could be a quite a different person! How can I be of use, how can I be of service? There is something inside me, but what can it be? He is quite another idler. If you like you may take me for one of those.
