Quotes About Empathy

I have always found my awareness of suffering more painful than the suffering itself.

I am no pessimist. Happy are those who can make of their suffering something universal. I don't know if the world is sad or bad, nor do I care, because I feel bored and indifferent in the face of other people's suffering. As long as they don't cry or moan — which I find irritating and embarrassing —I greet their suffering with a shrug of the shoulders, so deep is my disdain for them.

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet said, enisled in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us. However hard one soul struggles to know another soul, he can only judge by what words are spoken - a formless shadow on the floor of his understanding.

Other people's understanding of us is made up of so many complex misunderstandings.

Believe me, if there were no intelligent people pointing out all our various human ills, humanity would not even notice them. Sensitive people make others suffer out of sympathy.

No hables... sucedes demasiado... me apena estar viéndote.

O que parece haver de desprezo entre homem e homem, de indiferente que permite que se mate gente sem que se sinta que se mata, como entre os assassinos, ou sem que se pense que se está matando, como entre os soldados, é que ninguém presta a devida atenção ao facto, parece que abstruso, de que os outros são almas também.

The basest of all human needs is the need to confide, to confess. It is the soul's need to go outside itself.

Kimseyle alay etme, asla kimseyi gülünç duruma düÅŸürme, kalbinin en ücra köÅŸesinde bile yapma bunu… … Ä°nsan yaÅŸam? alaya al?nmayacak kadar hüzünlü ve ciddidir.

Cada uno de nosotros somos dos y cuando dos personas se encuentran, se aproximan, se mezclan, es raro que las cuatro puedan estar de acuerdo. El hombre que sueña en cada hombre que actúa, si tantas veces se enfada con el hombre que actúa, ¿cómo no se va a enfadar con el hombre que actúa y el hombre que sueña en el otro?

I don't complain about the horrors of life. I complain only about the horrors of my life. The only important fact for me is the fact that I exist and that I suffer and cannot entirely dream myself out of feeling that suffering.

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet* said, islands in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us.

It seemed to suggest various kinds: hardships, anxieties, and the suffering born of the indifference that comes from having already suffered a lot.

Have you ever thought, O Other, how invisible we are to each other? Have you already pondered how little we know each other? We see each other and do not see each other. We hear each other, and we each hear only a voice inside us. The words of others are errors in our hearing, shipwrecks in our understanding. How confidently we believe in our interpretation of other people's words.

If the tree is more interesting to me than the man, I'm sorrier to see the tree felled than to see the man die. There are departing sunsets that grieve me more than the deaths of children. If I'm unfeeling, it's so that I can feel.

Nadie comprende a otro. Somos, como dijo el poeta, islas en el mar de la vida.

Condillac begins his famous book with the words: "However high we climb and however low we fall we never escape our own feelings.

Quien está en un rincón del salón baila con todos los bailarines. Lo ve todo y, al verlo todo, lo vive todo.

No one understands anyone else.

These people are more bearable when they describe, since in describing they forget themselves.

Other people's understanding of us is made up of so many complex misunderstandings. Anyone who wants to be understood will never know the delight of being understood, because this happens only to the complex and misunderstood; simple souls, the ones whom other people can understand, never feel a desire to be understood.

In this world we're all travelers on the same ship that has set sail from one unknown port en route to another equally foreign to us; we should treat each other, therefore, with the friendliness due to fellow travelers.

Amigos, nenhum. Só uns conhecidos que julgam que simpatizam comigo e teriam talvez pena se um comboio me passasse por cima e o enterro fosse em dia de chuva

porque nunca há piedade para os aleijados do espírito