William P. Young Quotes

There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves. ... we push back our hair because theirs is in their eyes.

We are one, after all, you and I, together we suffer, together exist and forever will recreate each other.

The whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness of the interdependence of all these living beings, which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another.

It's one thing to talk to a vet about something, but when you're talking to a fellow rookie going through the same struggles you are, you kind of understand it - and you grow together like that.

Pain shared is pain lessened; joy shared is joy increased. Thus do we refute entropy.

I've learnt that the world over, everyone's essentially the same. We are all trying to have a nice time and get along with things.

We are each other's magnitude and bond.

When he is pierced, I bleed.

I always try to remain aware that what affects others affects me, too.

Let's not judge. Let's draw inspiration from each other's stories - successes and failures - and realize we're all connected.

The delicate and infirm go for sympathy, not to the well and buoyant, but to those who have suffered like themselves.

She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance.

Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.

No one is alone during tribulations - there's always someone else thinking, rejoicing or suffering in the same way. This thought gives us strength to face the challenge that lies in front of us.

What we share may be a lot like a traffic accident but we get one another. We are survivors of each other. We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something.

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

Community [is] a group of individuals who have learned how to communicate honestly with each other, whose relationships go deeper than their masks of composure, and who have developed some significant commitment to "rejoice together, mourn together," and to "delight in each other, make others' conditions our own.

We shared. Parents. Home. Pets. Celebrations. Catastrophes. Secrets. And the threads of our experience became so interwoven that we are linked. I can never be utterly lonely, knowing you share the planet.

We can hear others, and we can travel with them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system, like so many leaves of grass. But the game makes me wonder wheter we can really ever fully become another.

Those who are enjoying something, or suffering something, together, are companions. Those who enjoy or suffer one another, are not.

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality-not as we expect it to be but as it is-is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.

A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.

We are so fond on one another because our ailments are the same.

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

Because they're my stories, they're my version of events of the past three years. But I really hope people can hear their own stories within the songs and they can become our version of events.