Quotes About Empathy

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

It is harsh enough for each man to bear his own wound. But he who leads bears the wounds of all who follow him.

I know it isn't nice to vex people on purpose—it's like handing them a toad—but this is much too good to miss and I may never have another chance at it.

A grower of turnups Or shaper of clay, a commot Farmer or a king-Every man is a hero if he strives more for others than for himself alone.

When imagination fails, compassion and humaneness dwindle and atrophy along with it. Unleavened by imagination, the variety and richness of life turn into flat abstractions; people become objects to be manipulated -- with the social consequences we know all too well.

Well, said Eilonwy, you can't blame Rhun for being born. I mean, you could, but that wouldn't help matters. It's like kicking a rock with your bare foot.

It would be a shame if you were killed. I should be very sorry. I know I wouldn't like it to happen to me.

Every living thing deserves our respect... be it humble or proud, ugly or beautiful.

But it's very thoughtful of you to say that. It shows a kind heart, and I think that's so much more important than being clever.

Don't pout that way, my child, you'll give yourself a blister.

Nothing we do is ever done entirely alone. There is a part of us in everyone else—you, of all people, should know that. From what I hear, you have been as impetuous as your friend Fflewddur; I have been told, among other things, of a night when you dove head first into a thornbush. And you have certainly felt as sorry for yourself as Gurgi; and, like Doli, striven for the impossible.

But that's not true," Taran called. "I—I was …" By then, Eilonwy was out of earshot. Crestfallen, Taran followed her. "I can't make sense out of that girl," he said to the bard. "Can you?" "Never mind," Fflewddur said. "We aren't really expected to.

man is a hero if he strives more for others than for himself alone. Once," he added, "you told me that the seeking counts more than the finding. So, too, must the striving count more than the gain.

There is a part of us in everyone else.

Nothing we do is ever done entirely alone. There is a part of us in everyone else

Morality has its equations too - they graph the curve of compassion between the quick and the dead.

They have never known pain, he thought. The realization made him feel desperately lonely.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.

Take pride in your pain, her mother had always told her. You are stronger than those who have none.

He gestured toward her twisted leg. Like you. Some don't walk good. Some be broken in other ways. Not all. But lots. Do you think it maken them quiet and nice, to be broken?

She was willing to give you everything she had. And you took it from her. You took her youth, and her beauty, and her energy and her health- For a moment, think of his mother, Gabe couldn't continue speaking. He fell silent and choked back tears. Then he took a deep breath and went on, - and it didn't matter. We found each other. None of it mattered but that. You won't ever know what that's like, to love someone. In a way, I pity you. But I hope you starve.

and I want you all to remember—that you must not dream yourselves back to the times before the war, but the dream for you all, young and old, must be to create an ideal of human decency, and not a narrow-minded and prejudiced one. That is the great gift our country hungers for, something every little peasant boy can look forward to, and with pleasure feel he is a part of—something he can work and fight for.

Why do you and I have to hold these memories? It gives us wisdom, The Giver replied.

No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But now, toward this wobbly, drooling toddler—