Innermost suffering makes the mind noble. Only that deepest, slow and extended pain that burns inside of us as firewood forces us to go down into our depths… I doubt that such a pain could ever make us feel better, but I know that it makes us deeper beings. It makes us ask more rigorous and deeper questions to ourselves… Trust in life has disappeared. Life itself has become a problem.
—  Friedrich Nietzsche
Men love one another with a spiritual love only when they have suffered the same sorrow together, when through long days they have ploughed the stony ground bowed beneath the common yoke of a common grief. It is then that they know one another and feel one another, and feel with one another in their common anguish, they pity one another and love one another. For to love is to pity; and if bodies are united by pleasure, souls are united by pain.
—  Miguel de Unamuno - Tragic Sense of Life

If you were not to meet me
I would become what I would’ve been if you wouldn’t met me!
And, if that were to happen,
Then you would’ve become what you would’ve been if you would not met me!
What we are now, is a thing none of us could have predicted we would become if we had not met each other-
But we have!
And now you are you, and I am me!
Two beings that would never exist without meeting each other: I – You, and You – Me!

Kushtrim Thaqi
http://kushtrimthaqi.com/

[Nietzsche] further insists that the virtues should not be “named” (for that would make them “common”), and he several times insists that each of us has “unique” virtues, which would make any discussion of the “best” virtues self-defeating. Nevertheless, there is more than enough in Nietzsche’s various musings, polemics, pronouncements and attacks on the character of others to provide us with a portrait (albeit a multiperspectival cubist portrait rather than a one-dimensional classical one) of the excellent person, the “higher man.” When Nietzsche provokes in us an image of ourselves, even a most unflattering image, it is in order to prompt us to reconsider ourselves in terms of our own virtues. Indeed, it may be an image for which we have been searching, perhaps without knowing it, all of our lives, our ignorance based, perhaps, on the fact that we are so often concerned with others’ virtues and vices and not our own.
—  Robert Solomon and Kathleen Higgins, What Nietzsche Really Said

As you turn inwards and penetrate more deeply into yourself, you will discover more and more your own emptiness, that you are not all that you are not, that you are not what you would wish to be, that you are, in a word, only a nonentity. And in touching your own nothingness, in not feeling your permanent base, in not reaching your own infinity, still less your own eternity, you will have a whole-hearted pity for yourself, and you will burn with a sorrowful love for yourself – a love that will consume your so-called self-love, which is merely a species of sensual self-delectation, the self-enjoyment, as it were, of the flesh of your soul. 

Spiritual self-love, the pity that one feels for oneself, may perhaps be called egotism; but nothing could be more opposed to  ordinary egoism. For this love or pity for yourself, this intense despair, bred of the consciousness that just as before you were born you were not, so after your death you will cease to be, will lead you to pity – that is, to love – all your fellows and brothers in this world of appearance, these unhappy shadows who pass from nothingness to nothingness, these sparks of consciousness which shine for a moment in the infinite and eternal darkness. […]

And thus you will come to pity all things; you will arrive at universal love.

—  Miguel de Unamuno - Tragic Sense of Life
Give It Up!

“It was very early in the morning, the streets clean and deserted, I was walking to the station. As I compared the tower clock with my watch I realized that it was already much later than I had thought, I had to hurry, the shock of this discovery made me unsure of the way, I did not yet know my way very well in this town; luckily, a policeman was nearby, I ran up to him and breathlessly asked him the way. He smiled and said: ‘From me you want to know the way?’ ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘since I cannot find it myself.’ ‘Give it up! Give it up,’ he said, and turned away with a sudden jerk, like people who want to be alone with their laughter.“
-Franz Kafka

  • Teacher:why didn't you do the homework?
  • me:i was busy thinking about how death is inevitable and it how it wouldn't matter if i died right this second or in 50 years because i am insignificant in the scheme of things and i am just a spec in the universe that will not be remembered after death nor will i remember anything and whether i do or don't do homework will not matter after the human race ceases to exist