Quotes About Empathy

If someone knows who he is, really knows, then he doesn't need to hate. That's why we still need Namers

We can't absorb it all. We know too much, too quickly, and one of the worst effects of this avalanche of technology is the loss of compassion.

When two people, lovers, or sometimes friends, have an enduring care for each other, allow each other to be human, faulted, flawed, but real, then being human becomes a glorious thing to be. If the human race ever makes progress, that is how.

I don't understand ypur feelings. I'm trying to, but I don't. It must be extremly unpleasant to have feelings.

there is to be any peace or reason, we have to create it in our own hearts and homes.

Expand my love, Lord, so I can help to bear the pain, help your love move my love into the tired prostitute with false eyelashes and bunioned feet, the corrupt policeman with his hand open for graft, the addict, the derelict, the woman in the mink coat and discontented mouth, the high school girl with heavy books and frightened eyes. Help me through these scandalous particulars to understand your love. Help me to pray.

I'll ask you a riddle. What do you have the more of, the more of it you give away?

We do not draw people to Christ by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it.

What did other people think? What did other children think when they weren't with Cecily? And that was funny. Cecily had never realized that they thought at all when they weren't with her.

They're able to live with this kind of intimacy and not be destroyed by it.

Meg, I give you your faults.

Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do.

If someone knows who he is, really knows, then he doesn't need to hate. That's why we still need

Mercy. It didn't mean that everything was okay, could or should be condoned. But we can't move out of ourselves and our own self-justifications until we look in the mirror and know, yes, I, too, could have done this. Or worse. My anger at my mother. At Mama for telling me things I don't want to know.

think your mother-in-law understands particulars. She's not a do-gooder, because most do-gooders deal in generalities. She never loses sight of the particular person, the unique human need.

Only a human being can say I'm sorry. Forgive me. This is part of our particularity. It is part of what makes us capable of tears, capable of laughter.

love my mother, not as a prisoner of atherosclerosis, but as a person; and I must love her enough to accept her as she is, now, for as long as this dwindling may take; and I must love her enough, when the time comes, to let her go into a new birth, a new life of which I can know nothing, and which I cannot prove; a new life which may not be; but of which I have had enough intimations so that I cannot discount its possibility, no matter how difficult such a possibility is for the intellect.

Where there is an unreconciled quarrel, everybody suffers

For the opposite of sin is faith and never virtue, and we live in a world which believes that self-control can make us virtuous. But that's not how it works. How many men and women we have encountered, of great personal virtue and moral rectitude, convinced of their own righteousness, who have also been totally insensitive to the needs of others and sometimes downright cruel!

I have been wondering this summer why our love has seemed deeper, tenderer than ever before. It's taken us twenty-five years, almost, but perhaps at last we are willing to let each other be; as we are; two diametrically opposite human beings in many ways, which has often led to storminess. But I think we are both learning not to chafe at the other's particular is ness.

Love does not judge.

Knowing a person isn't like knowing a string of facts. It's more like...a feeling.

Idiot, Proginoskes said, anxiously rather than crossly. Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do. I've never had a feeling in my life

Jesus was more forgiving to those who made mistakes in love than to those who judged each other harshly and were cold of heart.