I feel horrified and sad and a great deal of empathy and lots of frustration.
Empathy is about finding echoes of another person in yourself.
It’s the hardest thing in the world to go on being aware of someone else’s pain.
How often have our own tears blinded us to the tears of others.
How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.
Liberty does not mean freedom to do anything;but freedom to do right thing.
She put others before herself and yet you hate her. What did she do to you?