Crows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the living, and her eyes they blind.
EpictetusRead
It is not he who reviles or strikes you who insults you, but your opinion that these things are insulting.
Interpretation
The true insult comes from our own perception, not from others' actions or words.
Epictetus, a Stoic philosopher, teaches that insults and offenses are not determined by the actions of others, such as reviling or striking you, but rather by how you interpret these actions. It emphasizes the importance of mindset and personal responsibility in determining our emotional responses, suggesting that our opinions hold the power to define our experience of insult.
In practice
During a discussion about emotional resilience, you might use this quote to highlight how our opinions shape our reactions.
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