Quotes About Empathy

hear the mad sound of the brain of one echo in the mad sound of the brain of the other.

me había puesto en su lugar. O mejor aún, le había hecho un lugar en mí.

La mia vita mi spinge a immaginarmi come sarebbe stata la sua se le fosse toccato ciò che è toccato a me, che uso avrebbe fatto della mia fortuna. E

My life forces me to imagine what hers would have been if what happened to me had happened to her, what use she would have made of my luck. And her life continuously appears in mine, in the words that I've uttered, in which there's often an echo of hers, in a particular gesture that is an adaptation of a gesture of hers, in my less which is such because of her more, in my more which is the yielding to the force of her less.

As usual she was taking on the job of sticking a pin in my heart not to stop it but to make it beat harder.

I soon had to admit that what I did by myself couldn't excite me, only what Lila touched became important.

Losing your anchor, feeling yourself to be light is not an advantage, it's cruel to yourself and to others.

Pero sigo pensando que cuando nos atribuimos de modo más o menos arbitrario la tarea de contar no debemos preocuparnos por la serenidad de quien nos lee, sino solo por construir ficciones que ayuden a contemplar la condición humana sin demasiados filtros.

Forse era vero, ciò che di Bianca mi sembrava antipatico era solo il riflesso dell'antipatia che provavo per me.

En un mitin en Atzcapotzalco un policía subió a hablar; dijo que él era un hombre con dignidad, se quitó el uniforme y lo pisoteó. Luego nos pidió dinero para irse a su tierra. Estaba llorando de coraje. • Julián Acevedo Maldonado, estudiante de la Facultad de Derecho de la UNAM.

Angelina, ¿qué no sabes que el amor no puede formarse a través de la compasión»

Nunca hemos llorado tanto como en esos días, sí, nosotras las mujeres. Como si quisiéramos lavar a fuerza de lágrimas todas las imágenes, todos los muros, todas las aristas, todas las bancas de piedra manchadas de sangre de Tlatelolco, todas las huellas de los cuerpos desangrándose en los rincones... Pero es mentira que las imágenes se lavan a fuerza de lágrimas. Allí siguen en la memoria. • Perla Vérez de Aguilera, madre de familia

Me refiero a su situación, señora -acentuó el señora, lo dejó caer hasta el fondo del infierno: se-ño-ra-, y lo que de ella puede derivarse.

No art can possibly comfort HER then, even though art is credited with so many things, especially an ability to offer solace. Sometimes, of course, art creates the suffering in the first place.

Mentally damaged people need more room than the normal sort, they can't be put off with excuses, and they need at least as much space to run around in as a medium-sized sheep dog.

Let me remind all of us--disabled and nondisabled--that every time we defend our intelligence, we come close to disowning intellectually disabled people. We imply that it might be okay to exclude, devalue, and institutionalize people who actually live with body-mind conditions that impact the ways they think, understand, and process information. The only way out of this trap is to move toward, not away from, intellectually disabled people, to practice active solidarity.

Just as despair can come to one only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings.

Once you bring life into the world, you must protect it. We must protect it by changing the world.

Only one enemy is worse than despair: indifference. In every area of human creativity, indifference is the enemy; indifference of evil is worse than evil, because it is also sterile.

Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.

Human suffering anywhere concerns men and women everywhere.

I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides.

Think higher, feel deeper.

We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.