Quotes About Empathy

If you live with a cripple, you will learn to limp. —Plutarch

Las personas libres jamás podrán concebir lo que los libros significan para quienes vivimos encerrados.

Espero que con el tiempo sea como él sin tener que pasar por todo lo que él ha pasado.

Aquel que es feliz puede hacer dichoso a los demás. Quien no pierde ni el valor ni la confianza, jamás perecerá por la miseria.

Cuando se fijan tanto en mi, primero me pongo arisca, luego triste y al final termino volteando mi corazón, con el lado malo hacia fuera, y el bueno hacia dentro buscando siempre la manera de ser como de verdad me gustaría ser y como podría ser... si no hubiera otra gente en este mundo

You cannot save people. You can only love them.

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

We don't see people as they are. We see people as we are.

At night too, she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness. As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: let him be kind.

I love your silences, they are like mine.

I palliate the sufferings of others. yes I see myself as softening the blows, dissolving acids, neutralizing poisons, every moment of the day. I try to fulfill the wishes of others, to perform miracles. I exert myself performing miracles.

I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.

She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings.

Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.

It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.

I can only connect deeply or not at all.

I am losing my great, dissolving, disintegrating pity for others, in which I saw deflected the compassion I wanted for myself. I no longer give compassion, which means I no longer need to receive it.

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.

I weep because you cannot save people. You can only love them. You can't transform them, you can only console them.

Didn't the old man know how words carry colors and sounds into the flesh

What can you give when there is no self, when you have no sensitivity, no receptivity, no warmth, nothing to contact others with?

I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one. I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.