Alfred TennysonI am a part of all that I have met.
About This Quote
When you feel like you are "just a part of all that you have met" you are truly saying that all the people you have known in your life were important. The opposite of this statement would be, "I am just a part of all that I have met." This way of thinking is self-centered. It would seem like you think that everyone else does not matter. You are attached to your past and that is why everyone else doesn't matter. They are not important because they are just a part of your past.
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