Quotes About Empathy

When you once had faith and no longer do, I suppose it's like a woman carrying a dead baby. The sight of live babies becomes painful.

Cuando te topes con la desdicha ajena, considérala propia, pues todos somos células del mismo cuerpo. Piensa que ni una sola de ellas puede morir sin el permiso expreso de todas las demás

Cada uno de nosotros ha venido a la tierra con varias piezas de un puzle tan grande como el universo. Cada vez que conocemos a alguien, se las enseñamos de manera inconsciente para ver si las de esa persona encajan con las nuestras. Si no encajan, cada uno sigue su camino y no hay nada que hacer. Ay, pero si encajan… Ahí es donde empiezan la atracción, el odio, los celos, el amor, el dolor y el aprendizaje.

I think kindness if my number one attribute in a human being. I'll put it before any of the other things like courage or bravery of generosity or anything else. Kindness—that simple word. To be kind, it covers everything to my mind. If you're kind that's it.

You think you're lost but you're not lost on your own. You're not alone. I will stand by you, I will help you through when you've done all you can do. If you can't cope, I will dry your eyes I will fight your fight, I will hold you tight and I wont let go

The greater the involvement in another's life, the greater is the demand for sacrifice.

If you cannot understand me in my speech, how can you understand me in my silence?

Our lives are shaped by others literally from birth, and even the best of intentions can result in the most unexpected of hurts.

Without the undergirding of love, the possessor of any conviction becomes obnoxious, and the dogma believed becomes repulsive to the one who disagrees with it.

In diminishing the other we devalue ourselves. Respect and dignity are an intrinsic part of valued relationships.

Isn't love the only thing that counts?

Doing and saying the right thing are not sufficient. Doing the right thing IN THE RIGHT WAY and with the person's comfort in mind is critical.

here.Doing and saying the right thing are not sufficient. Doing the right thing in the right way and with the person's comfort in mind is critical.

Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me, I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.

A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it. Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know is bad, or amoral, at least. You can't act if you don't know.

You're not like the others. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You're one of the few who put up with me. That's why I think it's so strange you're a fireman, it just doesn't seem right for you, somehow.

God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense.

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?

Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?

Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience.

I care so much I'm sick.

Fiction gives us empathy: It puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.

And I saw then and there you take a man half-bad and a women half-bad and put their two good halves together and you got one human all good to share between.