Victor HugoHe left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.
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In the article, He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.
written by Erich Fromm, he explains that a person must learn to put his or her own suffering first and not on others. He had kept all the pain for himself. The way a person treats others is a reflection of his or her ability to deal with suffering. As a result, if a person only focuses on his or her own suffering, it will be impossible for them to empathize with others, let alone help them or make them feel better.
Source: The Hunchback Of Notredame
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