Quotes About Empathy

It is a sobering thought that the finest act of love you can perform is not an act of service but an act of contemplation, of seeing.

How can you love someone whom you do not even see?

If it is peace you want, seek to change yourself, not other people. It is easier to protect your feet with slippers than to carpet the whole of the earth.

To be in the state called love you must be sensitive to the uniqueness and beauty of every single thing and person around you.

We see things and people not as they are, but as we are.

Look at it this way: You see persons and things not as they are but as you are. If you wish to see them as they are you must attend to your attachments and the fears that your attachments generate.

How happy we would be if terrorists would adore their ideology less and question more. However, we don't like to apply that to ourselves; we think we're all right and the terrorists are wrong. But a terrorist to you is a martyr to the other side.

El amor sólo puede existir en libertad. El verdadero amante busca el bien de la persona amada, lo cual requiere especialmente la liberación de ésta respecto de aquél.

dominio? Todo lo que tienes que hacer es comprender que hay personas en el mundo que, si estuvieran en tu lugar, no se verían afectadas negativamente por esa persona, sino que controlarían la situación y estarían por encima de ella, no sometidas a ella como tú lo estás.

Then say to this person, "I have no right to make any demands on you." In saying that, you will drop your expectation. "I have no right to make any demands on you. Oh, I'll protect myself from the consequences of your actions or your moods or whatever, but you can go right ahead and be what you choose to be. I have no right to make any demands on you.

We see people and things not as they are, but as we are. That is why when two people look at something or someone, you get two different reactions. We see things and people not as they are, but as we are.

Isn't it wonderful to realize you're no better than anybody else in this world?

The lovely thing about Jesus was that he was so at home with sinners, because he understood that he wasn't one bit better than they were.

Drop your false ideas. See through people. If you see through yourself, you will see through everyone. Then you will love them. Otherwise you spend the whole time grappling with your wrong notions of them, with your illusions that are constantly crashing against reality.

No one can sin in the light of awareness. Sin occurs, not, as we mistakenly think, in malice, but in ignorance. "Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing." To see this is to acquire the indiscriminate quality one so admires in the rose, the lamp and the tree.

Qué he de hacer para amar a mi prójimo?». «Dejar de odiarte a ti mismo». El discípulo meditó larga y seriamente estas palabras y regresó a decirle al Maestro: «Pero si yo me amo demasiado a mí mismo... Si soy un egoísta y un egocéntrico... ¿Cómo puedo librarme de ello?». «Sé cordial contigo mismo, y tu ego quedará satisfecho y te dejará en libertad para amar a tu prójimo».

Why can't healing happen as quickly as wounding?

All my life, he thinks, my best companions cannot speak the same language as me.

I am hearing you. On radio. Is why I come.

Werner hears Marie-Laure inhale, Marie-Laure hears Werner scrape three fingernails across the wood, a sound not unlike the sound of a record coursing beneath the surface of a needle, their faces an arm's reach apart. He says, "Es-tu là?

He is a ghost. He is from some other world. He is Papa, Madame Manec, Etienne; he is everyone who has left her finally coming back. Through the panel he calls, "I am not killing you. I am hearing you. On radio. Is why I come." He pauses, fumbling to translate. "The song, light of the moon?" She almost smiles.

Jutta, he thinks, I finally listened.

Marie-Laure drops her cane; she begins to cry. Her father lifts her, holds her to his narrow chest. "it's so big," she whispers. "You can do this, Marie." She cannot.

he realizes that the truth is infinitely more complicated, that we are all beautiful even as we are all part of the problem, and that to be a part of the problem is to be human.