Quotes About Empathy

everybody loves himself more than his neighbor.

And I'm a woman made of sorrow.

What man's not guilty? It's taken you a long time to learn That everybody loves himself more than his neighbour.

Piangi con me, supplica il padre di non uccidere tua sorella: anche i bambini si rendono conto delle sciagure.

Je sais combien la pauvreté met les amis en fuite.

For when a man of high degree meets with adversity, he feels the strangeness of his fallen state more keenly than a sufferer of long standing.

Is love so small a pain,do you think, for a woman?

Para mi quiero, antes que un rico, un Pobre que tenga un alma grande.

Para mí quiero, antes que un rico, un Pobre que tenga un alma grande.

Give me your hand; I'll hold you....Then wipe off on me all your uncleanness, all; I do not shrink from it.

K?sa ve öz konuÅŸarak kendini güzel tan?tt?n, ama ben kad?nlarla konuÅŸmaya utan?r?m.

But I wish to give you a wise piece of advice. When a friend is enraged with a man his friend, having met him face to face, let him fix his eyes on his friend's eyes, this only ought he to consider, the end for which he is come, but to have no recollection of former grievances.

It is right for women to stand by a woman's cause.

Because you suffer, why should you so arrogantly include all women in one general reproach?

De quien es pobre, nadie quiere ser amigo.

He's alone, You're alone, that's more than enough to have in common. What else do you want?

Loneliness had taught Harriet that there was always someone who understood - it was just so often that they were dead, and in a book.

One must not judge other cultures by the standars of one's one,' said Aunt Hilda

How could something as significant to one person mean so little to another?

The majority of people I've come across in life have treated me unfairly. I'd be a liar if I said it didn't hurt; I have this deep wound in my soul I feel all the time, but I still choose to love despite my moments of anger and selfishness. Love is the only true, everlasting thing we all live for and who am I to rob someone of experiencing that?

One of the few comforts I have when looking at images of distant suffering is the hope that the starving child with flies on his face doesn't know how pathetic he is. If all he knows is misery, maybe his suffering isn't as bad.

The heart is capable of sacrifice. So is the vagina. The heart is able to forgive and repair. It can change it's shape to let us in. It can expand to let us out. So can the vagina. It can ache for us and stretch for us, die for us and bleed and bleed us into this difficult, wondrous world. So can the vagina. I was there in the room. I remeber.

You have to give to the world the thing that you want the most, in order to fix the broken parts inside you.

An activist is someone who cannot help but fight for something. That person is not usually motivated by a need for power or money or fame, but in fact is driven slightly mad by some injustice, some cruelty, some unfairness, so much so that he or she is compelled by some internal moral engine to act to make it better.