Quotes About Empathy

Words are the only bread we can really share.

Ninguém é nada sozinho, somos o nosso comportamento com o outro.

Only love can abjure power. Only love is strong enough to accept the weakness of not having power. Only love can outbid the offer of control made by evil.

When you talk about love, and family, invariably too you are talking about compassion. This would include the notion that we are all just lumped together, and tolerance is a virtue.

It is so exquisitely funny and sad, the way we view each other; how very little, despite our best efforts, we communicate.

It never ceased to amaze me how much I could hate the world when I wasn't stoned. It seemed such a hostile place. And yet, get a good blast in me, and my love for humanity was abundant.

Forgiving's a choice you make—a gift you give to somebody even if they don't deserve it. It costs nothing, but it makes you feel rich for giving it away.

You don't know me, but I know about you...I can't make you live longer. I can't stop you from hurting. But I can give you one wish, as someone did for me.

Kindness is both wild and wise.

Our new ways are disruptive. They will look weird. This is good. Let us not care, but enjoy that glimpse in another's eyes that we will find sometimes—the one that says, "You're not crazy. I feel it, too.

Aw, group hug! No one's a mindless robot anymore. Score!

One man's weakness is another man's mercy.

Hating's easy. Couldn't be easier. It's just a default setting. The easy way out. It's all the rest that's actually hard.

Is she in a persistent vegetative state?" quavered David's mother. "Does she have brain damage?" My mother patted her shoulder robotically with a flat, board-like hand. "Unlikely," she said. "From a statistical perspective." A natural nurturer, my mother.

He thought how the world would feel if it were populated solely by elderly women--a world of forbearance, where all touches were careful.

Don't let us quarrel. We all have our weaknesses, dear friends; so we must strive to be considerate of one another. And since this poor boy is hungry and has nothing whatver to eat, let us all remain quiet and allow him to sleep; for it is said that in sleep a mortal may forget even hunger. - Scarecrow

I am someone who can look at certain things without flinching. Certain dead people. Particular dead people. But I cannot look at the creatures.

How incredible it is that in this fragile existence, we should hate and destroy one another.

I was touched, he said quietly, by your remark about seeing one another's souls. Do you believe that's possible? First you must believe there is a soul. Do you? If by a soul one means the creature who lives within each of us, a creature born loving, born joyful, but who with each worldly blow shrinks more deeply into its shell until at last, the poor desiccated thing is unrecognizable even to its own self, yes. I do.

My lady teases me. You do not. Understood?

All the important roles shortly boiled down to one: remember your with other people; show some consideration.

When you by nature subscribe to the view that everyone except yourself is a berk or a wanker, it is hard to bond with anybody in any rational common cause.

If we looked inside ourselves and remembered how insignificant we are, just for a couple of minutes a day, respect for other people would be an automatic result.

Il modo in cui ci comportiamo con gli altri, anche nelle cose più piccole, è una misura del nostro valore come esseri umani.