Quotes About Empathy

George, if you ever break the spine of one of my books, I want you to know that you might as well be breaking my own spine.

I'll meet some people who'll treat me mean and I'll just pray that I'll never be like them. And then I'll meet some very nice people and I will take a little bit of them and make myself a better person.

For me, literature is a way of enlarging myself by learning about people who are not like me.

how funny it was that people lived all over the world and you never thought of them until you went someplace new.

I confess I didn't totally get it. We understand the world by extension of ourselves. It's hard to get why people feel differently. It's hard to believe they even do.

Anyhow, I've learned one thing now. You only really get to know people when you've had a jolly good row with them. Then and then only can you judge their true characters!

Sympathy, Love, Fortune... We all have these qualities but still tend to not use them!

And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.

Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.

Crying can bring relief, as long as you don't cry alone.

A person who's happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery!

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

I do my best to please everybody, far more than they'd ever guess. I try to laugh it all off, because I don't want to let them see my trouble.

I've learned one thing: you can only really get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!

Don't be too assuming, it doesn't get you anywhere.

But I won't bore you any longer on the subject of old men. It won't make things any better and all my plans of revenge (such as disconnecting the lamp, shutting the door, hiding his clothes) must be abandoned in order to keep the peace. Oh, I'm becoming so sensible! ...

Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up.

Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.

I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while my dearest friends have been knocked down or have fallen into a gutter somewhere out in the cold night. I get frightened when I think of close friends who have now been delivered into the hands of the cruelest brutes that walk the earth. And all because they are Jews!

Despite everything, I believe people are really good at heart.

You only really get to know a person after a fight. Only then can you judge their true characters!

I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.

Let's not talk about it any more, but if you still want anything please write to me about it, because I can say what I mean much better on paper.

I misjudged her, wasn't mature enough to understand how difficult it was for her.