Quotes About Empathy

That was a very happy breakfast, thoughthey didn't get any of it. And when they went away, leaving comfortbehind, I think there were not in all the city four merrier peoplethan the hungry little girls who gave away their breakfasts andcontented themselves with bread and milk on Christmas morning.

Poor Meg seldom complained, but a sense of justice made her feel bitter toward everyone sometimes, for she had not yet learned to know how rich she was in the blessings which alone can make life happy.

Beth ceased to fear him from that moment, and sat there talking to him as cozily as if she had known him all her life, for love casts our fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.

My dear, don't let the sun go down upon your anger. Forgive each other, help each other, and begin again tomorrow.

Beth ceased to fear him from that moment, and sat there talking to him as cozily as if she had known him all her life, for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride. When

That's loving our neighbor better than ourselves, and I like it.

and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.

She loved to do the little things that others did not see, or were too busy to stop for: and while doing them, without a thought of thanks, she made sunshine for herself as well as others. That is how I was brought up and how I brought up my children. <3

That was all, except a little pause. Then Laurie straightened himself up, said, It's all right, never mind, and went away without another word. Ah, but it wasn't all right, and Jo did mind, for while the curly head lay on her arm a minute after her hard answer, she felt as if she had stabbed her dearest friend, and when he left her without a look behind him, she knew that the boy Laurie never would come again.

Some old people keep young at heart in spite of wrinkles and gray hairs, can sympathize with children's little cares and joys, make them feel at home, and can hide wise lessons under pleasant plays, giving and receiving friendship in the sweetest way.

The only chivalry worth having is that which is the readiest to pay deference to the old, protect the feeble, and serve womankind, regardless of age, rank, age, or color.

I want to tell; but some things even you couldn't forgive; and if you let go of me, I'm afraid I can't keep afloat.' 'Mothers can forgive anything!

You've had the scarlet fever, haven't you? Years ago, when Meg did. Why? Then I'll tell you. Oh, Jo, the baby's dead! What baby? Mrs. Hummel's. It died in my lap before she got home, cried Beth with a sob.

I beg your pardon for being so rude, but sometimes you forget to put down the curtain at the window where the flowers are. And when the lamps are lighted, it's like looking at a picture to see the fire, and you all around the table with your mother. Her face is right opposite, and it looks so sweet behind the flowers, I can't help watching it. I haven't got any mother, you know.

There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind

I was wondering how you and Amy get on together.

That's loving our neighbor better than ourselves, and I like it, said Meg, as they set out their presents while their mother was upstairs collecting clothes for the poor Hummels.

I'd rather give her new ones, for I think she is a little bit proud and might not like old things. If she was my sister it would do, because sisters don't mind, but she isn't, and that makes it bad, you see. I know how I can manage beautifully; I'll adopt her! and Rose looked quite radiant with

A kiss for a blow is always best, though it's not very easy to give it sometimes," said her mother, with the air of one who had learned the difference between preaching and practicing.

only remembered that she was young and poor, a girl far away from mother's love and father's care, and he was moved to help her with an impulse as quick and natural as that which would prompt him to put out his hand to save a baby from a puddle. All this flashed through his mind in a minute, but not a trace of it appeared in his face, and by the time the paper was turned, and Jo's needle threaded, he was ready to say quite naturally, but very gravely...

I wish it was as easy for me to do little things to please people as it is for you. I think of them, but it takes too much time to do them, so I wait for a chance to confer a great favor, and let the small ones slip, but they tell best in the end, I fancy.

blowzy head to her shoulder and kissing the wet cheek so tenderly that Jo cried even harder.

it's easier for me to risk my life for a person than to be pleasant to him when I don't feel like it. It's

There can't be too much charity!