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“To judge someone is to miss the divinity in that person, to think of them as less than who they really are. To judge is simply to project our own limitations onto another. When we feel compassion for our own limitations, for our own humanity, we never judge others. When we are conscious of our own greatness, we see the greatness of others.”

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Heartfullness: 52 Ways to Open to More Love

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