Quotes About Empathy

Problemele lor sunt cu adev?rat grave ?i, chiar dac? nu pricepem de ce, trebuie s? accept?m gravitatea acestei chestiuni.

The difficulty of learning spoken English for a person profoundly deaf from an early age has been likened to a hearing American trying to learn spoken Japanese while locked within a soundproof glass cubicle.

Aunque muchos de nosotros nos sentimos orgullosos de lo diferentes que somos de nuestros padres, nos entristece lo diferentes que nuestros hijos son de nosotros.

Poverty is the absence of linkages, the absence of connections with others

power is nothing—worse than nothing—without love.

Take a look at this." "Those poor little ants," says Jill.

Our books are friends for life.

Edward Smith: What do you think is the characteristic of a really nice person? Some people you obviously do like more than others. Andy Warhol: Ummm, well, if they talk a lot. ES: What, and don't make you talk? AW: Yeah, yes, that's a really nice person.

I think everybody should like everybody.

Racist words and vulgar threats will puncture down deep to the soul.

It is better to forgive and lose than to face the consequences.

And then I know I'm being a man, not just some kid who's upset and wants it his way.

Me and Butchy sit in front of the TV and watch another church fall down in flames. Flames that I can feel sitting a thousand miles away. Flames that I will feel long after the TV is turned off. Flames and the looks on the faces of people watching their churches burn down—burning hot into the night, burning dark when the morning comes up.

It's not so reasonable, Emmie, to believe you know everything about everyone's life. So how can you be disappointed at something that happened so long ago. You're angry because you know you have no right to be angry.

I like someone who is a little crazy but coming from a good place. I think scars are sexy because it means you made a mistake that led to a mess.

I don't believe in guilt, I believe in living on impulse as long as you never intentionally hurt another person, and don't judge people in your life. I think you should live completely free...

Don't treat me like I am something that happened to you.

Maybe you don't like your job. Maybe you didn't get enough sleep. Nobody likes their job; nobody got enough sleep. Maybe you just had the worst day of your life. You know there's no escape and there's no excuse, so just suck up and be nice.

The world owes us nothing; we owe each other the world.

Perhaps, what I seek now is a friend like I have never had before. Someone to share a smoke and my thoughts with. Someone who will see life with the same eyes as I do; experience the same lift of spirit when mine soars. Someone whose destiny is woven with mine even though we are bound by neither blood nor any other tie.

Do you recognize suffering? -I hope I do. -Injustice? -Again, I hope I would. -Then you are a political man.

I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.

Are we, as we age, I wonder, repaid for all our thoughtless gestures?

You know, Honora says, you read a word like massacre and you think, I know what that means. It means the slaughter of innocent people. And then you go on. You read another fact. You read the word trial. Or conviction. But then....when it happens to you, when you live the word, you realize that the word itself means nothing. It tells you nothing at all. It doesn't begin to convey the horror, does it?