Quotes About Empathy

Ignoring is a form of bullying because you're blocking that person out. It doesn't matter if you don't like somebody. That's fine. You don't have to. But you need to be cordial to and communicate with that person at work.

It is the nurse who holds the hand of a patient without a family, who talks to them while they take their last breaths, who aches for them while they die alone. It is the nurse who cleans the patient's body, wipes away the blood and fluids, and closes his eyes. It is the nurse who says good-bye to the patient for the last time," she said.

If God were suddenly condemned to live the life which He has inflicted upon men, He would kill Himself.

Be kind, aim for my heart.

It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!

Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No, no, each suffers on his own account, each struggles with his own grief, each sheds his own tears.

To save a man and thereby to spare a father's agony and a mother's feelings is not to do a noble deed, it is but an act of humanity.

Truly generous men are always ready to become sympathetic when their enemy's misfortune surpasses the limits of their hatred.

I know what happiness and what despair are, and I never make a jest of such feelings. Take it, then, but in exchange —

Starvation! exclaimed the abbe, springing from his seat. Why, the vilest animals are not suffered to die by such a death as that. The very dogs that wander houseless and homeless in the streets find some pitying hand to cast them a mouthful of bread; and that a man, a Christian, should be allowed to perish of hunger in the midst of other men who call themselves Christians, is too horrible for belief. Oh, it is impossible - utterly impossible!

Gli uomini veramente generosi sono sempre pronti a divenire compassionevoli allorché la disgrazia del nemico supera i limiti del loro odio.

let us call on M. de Monte Cristo; he is admirably adapted to revive one's spirits, because he never interrogates, and in my opinion those who ask no questions are the best comforters.

Celui-la seul qui a eprouve l'extreme infortune est apte a ressentir l'extreme felicite. Il faut avoir voulu mourir pour savoir combien el est bon de vivre.

There is something so awe-inspiring in great afflictions that even in the worst times the first emotion of a crowd has generally been to sympathise with the sufferer in a great catastrophe.

If a man has tortured and killed your father, your mother, your sweetheart, in short, one of those beings who leave an eternal emptiness and a perpetually bleeding wound when they are torn from your heart, do you think society has given you sufficient reparation because the blade of the guillotine has passed between the murderer's trapezius and his occipital bone, because the who made you undergo long years of mental and emotional suffering has undergone a few seconds of physical pain?

The heart of the best woman is pitiless toward the sorrows of a rival.

for the unfortunate man never alluded to his own sorrows.

What is offered from a generous heart should be accepted generously.

Oh, count, have pity upon me. I am so unhappy.' 'I have known a man much more unfortunate than you, Morrel.' Impossible! 'Alas,' said Monte Cristo, 'it is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!

Nothing causes more people to deny God, misunderstand God, mistreat others, or abuse Nature more than the illusion of separateness. Nothing. No thing.

Forgiveness is not a gift you give someone else, forgiveness is a gift you give to yourself.

A human being has to look out for other human beings or else there's no civilization.

Our mission in this life is to love everyone. To love when it hurts. To love under stress. To love the unlovable. Ultimately, we love not because the object of our love is worthy of it. We love because we are spirit and it is our nature to love.

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