Quotes About Empathy

Whenever somebody gives up their pride to reveal a truth to others," I told him, "we find it incredibly moving; in fact, we are all so moved that even the cameraman is crying." I hadn't actually looked in the direction of

The practice of giving the A allows the teacher to line up with her students in their efforts to produce the outcome, rather than lining up with the standards against these students. In the first instance, the instructor and the student, or the manager and the employee, become a team for accomplishing the extraordinary; in the second, the disparity in power between them can become a distraction and an inhibitor, drawing energy away from productivity and development.

Who am I being that they are not shining?

I began to write a different narrative: that my husband did indeed know me and love me, and was offering me the best he had to give. Then when I talked with him, I spoke from within the framework of the A, to someone I had defined as able and willing to hear me. As long as I practiced in this manner, I found that virtually all the conversations we had were productive in a way I had never before imagined they could be. A

WHEN ONE PERSON peels away layers of opinion, entitlement, pride, and inflated self-description, others instantly feel the connection.

I know now that music is not about fingers or bows or strings, but rather a connective vibration flowing through all human beings, like a heartbeat.

And the wicked thing is, that when we're really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most.

And here was the thing I didn't understand then but do now—the loneliness. I was right, in that there was just the three of us. Or the two of us. Nobody else, not Clemence, not even my mother herself, cared as much as we did about my mother. Nobody else thought night and day of her. Nobody else knew what was happening to her. Nobody else was as desperate as the two of us, my father and I, to get our life back. To return to the Before.

He squeezed her hand. She squeezed his hand back. That's how they sometimes talked.

You're not very trusting. Are you sure you haven't been around here before?" "My dad is a drunk." "Oh, I get it," said Jack. "Mine was too.

thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?

And now we're putting another man in the earth. Maybe a drunk, but he wasn't always a drunk.

How could Indians hold themselves apart, when the vanquishers sometimes held their arms out, to crush them to their hearts, with something like love?

When we're young, we think we are the only species worth knowing. But the more I come to know people, the better I like ravens. (Revival Road

Her loneliness sometimes seemed a thing not of this world, but a loneliness only that mysterious being, solitary and unique, could understand.

Slowly and inevitably, she fell in love with each person in the family, only she didn't know what to call it. She simply found herself related.

Books. Why? So I can talk to other humans without having to meet them. Fear of boredom. So what I will never be alone.

I have always believed in a tortured god from reading Catholic history because I know this: there is nothing that one human being will not do to another. We need a god who sides with the wretched. One willing to share misery.

Louise Erdrich

I believe Eddy's book serves as therapy. Like this book, or notebook, like yours.....Eddy talks, but Eddy also listens.

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones. Our pulse is set to theirs, and as always on a weekend afternoon we were waiting for my mother to start us ticking away on the evening. And

She had started to understand how a woman's attention could succeed in making sense of a man's blind chaos..

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones. Our pulse is set to theirs

We are never so poor that we cannot bless another human, are we? So it is that every evil, whether moral or material, results