There is no real empathy in the world: people don't know how painful it is until the needle goes into the body.

I used to love to send friends. In order to express my feelings, I also hope that someone in my circle of friends can understand me. However, the more active the circle of friends, the more lonely they feel.

The loneliness revealed by those friends who have little news is sad.

To tell the truth, our loneliness cannot be solved by a circle of friends.

The pain I am experiencing is beyond others' understanding; My happiness is not shared. What is meaningful to me is meaningless to others.

Unhappy things are often nine times out of ten, but they are no different from the speaker.

The older you get, the more silent you become, and the more you experience, the less you talk, not because you have nothing to say, but what should I do?

Since no one is listening, what are we talking about?

I remember once being lovelorn, and my eyes were red with tears. My roommate asked me what happened, and I said, I broke up with XX.

She hesitated and said that if she broke up, she would break up. If it's a big deal, she'll find another one

Then brush the phone and ask: What to eat at noon?

I told you that I was lovelorn, and you asked me what to eat for lunch.

Perhaps from that moment on, I lost my desire to share with others.

What else can I say?

I am crying, you are laughing, and you are showing off when I am lovelorn.

There is no real empathy in the world. You said we would be friends forever, but I told you that I was lovelorn, and you asked me what to eat for lunch.

You said you would accompany me when the sky falls, but how do you understand my loneliness? You said you loved me to death, but you didn't even know I didn't like coriander.

Adam Smith wrote in The Theory of Moral Sentiments:

"In this world, no one can really feel the pain of another person. You have an arrow through your heart, and you are in pain. This is only your own business. "

Ma Mei Radov came home drunk after watching Crime and Punishment. His wife asked him: Where did all the money go?

When she knew that he had drunk all the money, she grabbed his hair crazily, staggered and hit her forehead on the floor.

The noise was so loud that the children sleeping on the floor were awakened and began to cry. The boy in the corner jumped into his sister's arms trembling and screaming; The oldest girl just woke up, trembling like a leaf.

These children are starving, but he stole the last bit of money to buy wine. Ma Mei Radov felt guilty, and his wife was angry and desperate.

In the face of this family's misfortune, the neighbors leaned out to watch the excitement and showed rude smiles: some smoked pipes, some wore pajamas and bare their chests, and some held cards.

These people laughed happily when they saw Ma Mei Radov being dragged away by her hair.

There is no real empathy in the world, your happiness will make others suffer, your pain is someone else's joke, and your misfortune is just someone else's talk after dinner.

Most of the time, we are all Ma Mei Radov, tripping over life and looking embarrassed. Others are spectators, look for some comfort and jokes in your misfortune.

Sometimes I tell someone something with passion, and I am afraid that the other person won't understand, so I make desperate gestures with my hands and feet, hoping that the other person will understand. I looked up and saw the obedient people frowning and wondering if they were ready to fight back. Suddenly feel tired, spread out one hand and choose silence.

The differences between people are too great, it is too difficult to seek common ground while reserving differences, and it is the gentle care of fate to have one or two affirmative or understanding eyes in the vast sea of people.

Bad things often happen, but there is no difference between people. Some people are crying sadly, some people are laughing happily, some people walk out of the station with a full face of hope, and some people walk into the station with a sad face. ......

In this world, even if everyone rains, everyone has his own misfortune.

There is a saying in "The Stars in the Deep Sea Canoe":

There is no real empathy in the world, just as men can never understand the thoughtfulness of women, and they can never understand that many things women do for no reason, just because of love.

It's like a woman can never understand why men are so horny and why they can't let go of their ex who has left.

Ren Suxi said this sentence, which impressed me so far. She said:

Over the years, I have been alone in those nights, and I have learned to mute my crying every moment when I bite my teeth. I learned to be a quiet adult, to be patient, to be silent, and to resist everything by myself.

Adults have no friends. Many times we have to learn to talk to ourselves and save ourselves.

There is no way to spend loneliness, there is no way to endure loneliness, and there is no way to be lonely.

It is the things that make us miserable that make us mature. No matter how we live now, no matter how hard life is, you must believe that there is no today and no tomorrow.

There is no real empathy in this world, but each has its own feelings.