Quotes About Empathy

You know, if you ain't poor, you might think it's the folks in them big ole fine brick churches that's doin all the carin and the prayin. I wish you coulda seen all them little circles a'homeless folks with their heads bowed and their eyes closed, whisperin what was on their hearts. Seemed like they didn't have nothin to give, but they was givin what they had, taken the time to knock on God's front door and ask Him to heal this woman that loved them.

Judge people less on their mistakes than on how they handle their mistakes

To love a man enough to help him, you have to forfeit the warm, self-righteous glow that comes from judging.

If all the Christians- I mean all of 'em- got outta the pews on Sundays and into the streets, we'd shut the city down. We'd shut down hunger. We'd shut down loneliness. We'd shut down the notion that there is any such of a thing as a person that don't deserve a kind word and a second chance.

can't watch her die," he told her. "I just can't." He waited on the porch till it was over.

Hate the critics? I have nothing but compassion for them. How can one hate the crippled, the mentally deficient, and the dead?

We all have our little sorrows, ducky, you're not the only one. The littler you are, the larger the sorrow. You think you loved him? What about me?

Getting shot hurts. Still my fear was growing because no matter how hard I tried to breath it seemed I was getting less & less air. I focused on that tiled ceiling and prayed. But I realized I couldn't ask for Gods help while at the same time I felt hatred for the mixed up young man who had shot me. Isn't that the meaning of the lost sheep? We are all Gods children & therefore equally beloved by him. I began to pray for his soul and that he would find his way back to the fold.

The key for any speaker is to establish his own point of view for the audience, so they can see the game through his eyes.

You can't help those who simply will not be helped. One problem that we've had, even in the best of times, is people who are sleeping on the grates, the homeless who are homeless, you might say, by choice.

I discovered that night (in his college's student politics) that an audience has a feel to it, and, in the parlance of the theater, that audience and I were together.

How can we love our country and not love our countrymen; and loving them, reach out a hand when they fall, heal them when they're sick, and provide opportunity to make them self-sufficient so they will be equal in fact and not just in theory?

We can't help everyone but everyone can help someone.

We can't help everyone, but everyone can help someone.

Volvieron a quedarse en silencio, pero era un silencio lleno de compañía.

La verdadera nobleza es caminar toda tu vida con pasos atinados, con pasos que te salen del corazón; es que tus actos estén de acuerdo con tus ideas, aunque el precio sea alto. Y no imponer eses ideas a nadie y ser modesto y compasivo en tu grandeza.

En lo que se divide de verdad la humanidad es entre buena y mala gente. Entre las personas que son capaces de ponerse en el lugar de los otros y sufrir con ellos y alegrarse con ellos, y los hijos de puta que sólo buscan su propio beneficio, que sólo saben mirarse la barriga. Esos que son capaces de vender a su madre, ya me entiendes" - 'La buena suerte' de Rosa Montero

Todos estes livros, reparo, estão a mudar-me por dentro. Eu não podia imaginar que isto de ler era como viver.

La #Intimidad: no tener muy claro donde acabas tú y empieza el otro. Y saberlo todo de esa persona, o al menos saber tanto. En

Amar apasionadamente sin ser correspondido es como ir en barco y marearse: tú te sientes morir pero a los demás les produces risa»

Los novelistas no escriben sobre sus asuntos, sino en torno a ellos», dice Julian Barnes. Y Stephen Vizinczey redondea ese pensamiento con una frase precisa y luminosa: «El autor joven siempre habla de sí mismo incluso cuando habla de los demás, mientras que el autor maduro siempre habla de los demás, incluso cuando habla de sí mismo».

Amar es dar lo que no se tiene a quien no es».

La literatura nos hace formar parte del todo, y en el todo, el dolor individual parece que duele un poco menos. Pero además el sortilegio funciona porque, cuando el sufrimiento nos quiebra el espinazo, el arte consigue convertir ese feo y sucio daño en algo bello.

Compasión: capacidad para sentir el sufrimiento del otro, el miedo del otro, la necesidad del otro. Entendimiento profundo del dolor de los demás que sólo se consigue tras haber entendido el dolor propio.