Quotes About Empathy

Let us bring our attention to George's mother. She who came, weeping, and picked up the shattered pieces of her child, as black mothers have done for so long.

Quién soy yo para decirle a quién ha de querer? Lo mío es querer y nada más.

be aware that the other children of the world are your responsibility as well. You must learn to see them, to feel them, as yours. Until you do, there is no way you can make your own child feel safe.

The reason I absolutely treasure literature is that it has taken me out of myself. Out of the narrow self, in which I could easily be stuck, and it has opened up the world to me. It has opened up the emotions of other people and their own aspirations and cares-Alice Walker

Tenían mucho cariño que repartir. Pero yo necesitaba cariño y tolerancia. Y de esto andaban escasos.

Try not to hold her fears against her. At the end she understood, and believed. And forgave-whatever there was to forgive.

Did people leave you, did their spirits simply take off, because you wouldn't read a book that turned them on? He now knew the answer was yes.

To love someone over many years is all the opportunity you need to learn how to love them back from anywhere.

My first step from the old white man was trees. Then air. Then birds. Then other people. But one day when I was sitting quiet and feeling like a motherless child, which I was, it come to me: that feeling of being part of everything, not separate at all. I knew that if I cut a tree, my arm would bleed. And I laughed and I cried and I run all around the house. I knew just what it was.

Maybe just living together, loving people makes them look like you, I said." Excerpt From The color purple Alice Walker This material may be protected by copyright.

I remember one time you said your life made you feel so ashamed you couldn't even talk about it to God, you had to write it, bad as you thought your writing was. Well, now I know what you meant. And whether God will read letters or no, I know you will go on writing them; which is guidance enough for me. Anyway, when I don't write to you I feel as bad as I do when I don't pray, locked up in myself and choking on my own heart.

Just cause I love her don't take away none of her rights.

My first step from the old white man was trees. Then air. Then birds. Then other people. But one day when I was sitting quiet and feeling like a motherless child, which I was, it come to me: that feeling of being part of everything, not separate at all.

And she realized she did not care. She did not need to know the name humans had given the flower. To herself she called it friend and from then on looked for it along the banks of the river and felt concern for it's health.

However, loving is nothing if it is not an education...

Sometimes I feel mad at her. Feel like I could scratch her hair right off her head. But then I think, Shug got a right to live too. She got a right to look over the world in whatever company she choose. Just cause I love her don't take none of her rights.

But when I hear them together all I can do is pull the quilt over my head and finger my little button and titties and cry.

There is a way forward and yes it is with a broken heart but it is our own way collectively convened, pondered, shared.

People fussing and fighting and pointing fingers at other people, and never even looking for no peace.

They had a lot of love to give. But I needed love plus understanding. They run a little short of that.

It does not matter to me: wherever you are grieving whether Paris, Damascus, Jerusalem, Bamako, Mexico or Beirut or New York City my heart, too, is bruised and dragging. There used to be such a thing as melodrama when feelings could be made up, but now there is bare pain and sorrow, a sense of endlessly missed opportunities to smile and embrace The other.

There is no need to talk, really. It is something humans started a long time ago - I don't even remember why- and they've clung to it. Clinging to speech they've lost their ability to read one another, to feel one another, to know one another at a glance. Or with a sniff. It is entirely within human capability to do this.

Don't you dare show me any fear, they seemed to say to one another. Act like nothings happening that I should be frightened of! [...] this is what civilization really meant. What it came to, in the end. Abandonment of the animal fear of annihilation, the scent of suffering. Not wanting to see it in others, not wanting to face it in yourself.

Perhaps our planet is learning to appreciate the extraordinary wonder of life that surrounds even our suffering, and to say Yes, if through the thickest of tears.