Quotes About Empathy

Ä°nsanlar?n çoÄŸu, sevgi konusundaki sorunlar?n?n sevilmemek olduÄŸunu ileri sürerler. Bu nedenle de bütün güçleriyle nas?l sevimli ve sevilebilir olacaklar? konusunda gayret gösterirler. Oysa as?l sorun sevilmemekte deÄŸil, sevmeyi bilmemekte gizlidir... Üretici bir biçimde seven bir kimse, kendini de sever. Yaln?zca baÅŸkalar?n? seven bir kimse ise, asl?nda hiç kimseyi sevmiyor demektir.

In the experience of love lies the only answer to being human, lies sanity.

Sadista usiluje o moc nad ?lovÄ›kem právÄ› proto, že nemá moc skute?nÄ› prožívat sv?j život, být.

Si el amor es una capacidad del carácter maduro

Das Leben ist ernst und schwer. Und wenn die Menschen, denen es gut geht, den anderen, denen es schlecht geht, nicht aus freien Stücken helfen wollen, wird es noch mal ein schlimmes Ende nehmen.

Wir werden nicht daran zugrunde gehen, dass einige Zeitgenossen besonders niederträchtig sind, und nicht daran, dass einigen von diesen und jenen mit einigen von denen identisch sind, die den Globus verwalten. Wir gehen an der seelischen Bequemlichkeit aller Beteiligten zugrunde. Wir wollen, dass es sich ändert, aber wir wollen nicht, dass wir uns ändern. Wozu sind die anderen da?, denkt jeder und wiegt sich im Schaukelstuhl.

Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.

I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;--I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life...I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don't feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that's what counts. A half-yard away someone's world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That's the misery of the world.

I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness; - I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life, we are nearer than lovers, in a simpler, a harder way; I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

Beside us lies a fair-headed recruit in utter terror. He has buried his face in his hands, his helmet has fallen off. I fish hold of it and try to put it back on his head. He looks up, pushes the helmet off and like a child creeps under my arm, his head close to my breast. The little shoulders heave. Shoulders just like Kemmerich's. I let him be.

The simplest and the most incredible thing in the world had come true again: two people speaking to each other, each for himself; and sounds, called words, shaped the same images and feelings in that palpitating mass behind the skull, and out of meaningless vibrations of the vocal chords and their unexplainable reactions in the viscous gray convolutions, skies suddenly grew again in which were mirrored clouds, brooks, past times, growth and decay and hard-won wisdom.

There is no guilt in feelings ever.

The cries continued. It is not men, they could not cry so terribly. Wounded horses, says Kat. It's unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.

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Üksindus – elu igavene refrään. See ei olnud ei pahem ega parem kui mõnigi muu asi. Sellest räägiti liiga palju. Inimene on alati – ja mitte iial – üksi.

I see their dark forms, their beards move in the wind. I know nothing of them except that they are prisoners; and that is exactly what troubles me. Their life is obscure and guiltless;--if I could know more of them, what their names are, how they live, what they are waiting for, what are their burdens, then my emotion would have an object and might become sympathy. But as it is I perceive behind them only the suffering of the creature, the awful melancholy of life and the pitilessness of men.

When a man has seen so many dead he cannot understand any longer why there should be so much anguish over a single individual.

Er erkannte die Hoffnungslosigkeit, zu der Gerechtigkeit und Mitgefühl ewig verurteilt waren: immer wieder an Selbstsucht, Gleichgültigkeit und Angst zu stranden.

Taktas yra tylus susitarimas nematyti kits kito klaid? ir netaisyti j?.

Now I suddenly saw that I could be something to someone, simply because I was there, and that that person was happy because I was with her. Said like that, it sounds very simple; but when you think about it, it is a tremendous thing, a thing that knows no end. It is something that can break and transform one. It is love and yet something more —something for which one can live.

There behind me on the stretchers my comrades are now lying and still they call. It is peace, yet they must die. But I, I am trembling with joy and am not ashamed. —And that is odd. Because none can ever wholly feel what another suffers—is that the reason why wars perpetually recur? 2

Vienatv? ieško kelion?s draugo, neklausdama, kas jis. Kas to nesupranta, tas niekada nebuvo vienišas, o tik vienas.

It brings a lump into the throat to see how they go over, and run and fall. A man would like to spank them, they are so stupid, and to take them by the arm and lead them away from here where they have no business to be. They wear grey coats and trousers and boots, but for most of them the uniform is far too big, it hangs on their limbs, their shoulders are too narrow, their bodies too slight; no uniform was ever made to these childish measurements.