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People, Other

It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun.

Joseph Conrad (1857-1924) British novelist.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) British novelist and essayist.

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Other men are lenses through which we read our own minds. Each man seeks those of different quality from his own, and such as are good of their kind; that is, he seeks other men, and the rest.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) U.S. poet, essayist and lecturer.

The time comes when each one of us has to give up as illusions the expectations which, in his youth, he pinned upon his fellow-men, and when he may learn how much difficulty and pain has been added to his life by their ill-will.

Sigmund Freud (1856-1939) Austrian fhysician. Founder of Psychoanalysis.

Any man who does not see everything in terms of self, that is to say who wants to be something in respect of other men, to do good to them or simply give them something to do, is unhappy, disconsolate, and accursed.

Edmond de Goncourt (1822-1896) French Writer.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

Ernest Hemingway (1898-1961) American Writer.

One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.

D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930) English writer.

I am convinced we do not only love ourselves in others but hate ourselves in others too.

Georg C. Lichtenberg (1742-1799) German scientist, satirist and anglophile.

You know about a person who deeply interests you more than you can be told. A look, a gesture, an act, which to everybody else is insignificant tells you more about that one than words can.

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) American naturalist, poet and philosopher.