Quotes About Empathic

Part of that likeness is to feel.

I pick up on other people's discomfort.

The study of disasters makes it clear that there are plural and contingent natures—but the prevalent human nature in disaster is resilient, resourceful, generous, empathic, and brave.

How could she be feeling the very same streams that rushed around within him? She thought, as they overflowed and lapped inside her too. She had never felt the inside of another person this way.

The source of all happiness lies in thinking of others.

As a sensitive person around other people, you feel their desires, you feel their angers, and you feel their frustrations. You begin to believe that these desires, angers, and frustrations are yours.

If her past were your past, her pain your pain, her level of consciousness your level of consciousness, you would think and act exactly as she does. With this realization comes forgiveness, compassion, peace. The ego doesn't like to hear this, because if it cannot be reactive and righteous anymore, it will lose strength.

What you feel about another person, what you think or say about another person, what you do to another person – you do to you. Give judgment and criticism and you give it to yourself. Give love and appreciation to another person or anything, and you give it to yourself.

you'd have to learn not just her mannerisms but what's deeply inside her? Wouldn't you have to learn her heart?' 'Yes, certainly.' 'And that could be difficult, no? Something beyond even your wonderful capabilities. Because an impersonation wouldn't do, however skillful. You'd have to learn her heart, and learn it fully, or you'll never become Josie in any sense that matters.

By the end, you should be inside your character, actually operating from within somebody else, and knowing him pretty well, as that person knows himself or herself. You're sort of a predator, an invader of people.

When the armor's gone from you, you'll feel the pain of others too.

I see myself as a professional feeler.

You should have a heart in order to feel other people's hearts.

At least we should learn to understand our fellow beings, for we are powerless to stop their misery, their ignominy, their suffering, their weakness, and their death.

My existence is fuller of other people's experiences than my own. If they cut open my brain, these are what I would retain most.

If you're in somebody's head for 12 hours a day for four weeks, it's like your brain actually wires itself to start thinking that way.

Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others.

It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.

surely the only true knowledge of our fellow-man is that which enables us to feel with him—which gives us a fine ear for the heart-pulses that are beating under the mere clothes of circumstance and opinion.

What I wanted was to penetrate so deeply into the lives of others that when they heard my voice they would have the impression they were speaking to themselves.

Sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.

In being aware of others' hunger, we contribute to a more empathic world.

Any empathic person who knows how valuable time is will think twice before wasting another person's time, because losing time is losing a part of your life.

Still, a living, breathing human being--even a boneheaded or barely articulate one--conveys so much in person. The physical fact of a creature with heart thrumming and neurons flickering--what Shakespeare called the 'poor, bare, forked animal'--compels us all; we're all hardwired in moments of empathy to see ourselves in another.