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“We talk about social service, service to the people, service to humanity, service to others who are far away, helping to bring peace to the world - but often we forget that it is the very people around us that we must live for first of all. If you cannot serve your wife or husband or child or parent - how are you going to serve society? If you cannot make your own child happy, how do you expect to be able to make anyone else happy? If all our friends in the peace movement or of service communities of any kind do not love and help each other, whom can we love and help?”

Quote by Nhat Hanh

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Nhat Hanh
Nhat Hanh

Thich Nhat Hanh is a Vietnamese-French monk, writer, and peace activist. Born on October 11, 1926, he is a prominent figure in the Zen Buddhist tradition, known for his simple yet profound teachings and advocacy for peace. more

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