Quotes About Empathy

God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn't learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach...

All my life,I've been afraid of things, as a child and a woman must be. I lied about it naturally. I fancied myself a witch and walked in dark streets to punish myself for my doubts. But I knew what it meant to be afraid. And now, in this darkness, I fear nothing. If you were to leave me here, I would feel nothing. I would walk as I am walking now. As a man, you can't know what I mean by what I say.You can't know a woman's vulnerability. You can't know the sense of power that belongs to me now.

Pamper the mad man.

What women hate is when you turn cold to them. If you treat them like queens, they'll let you have a concubine or two outside the palace.

Pain. Unspeakable pain. It didn't matter who in this world or any other was staring at me, watching me, seeking to share this moment or merely shuddering as I experienced it. Just didn't matter. Because in pain like this one is always alone.

No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.

I believe that I must do everything I can do to lessen misery. That's all I can do, and that is something enormous. It is a great power.

I read her thoughts and I found the poetry inside of her, beneath the misfortune of warts and pockmarked skin, of hunched shoulders and deformed limbs. I loved her. Indeed she became, whole and entire, quite beautiful to me—. And she came to love me with her whole heart.

But remember the overall lesson, that your love for others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.

I'm that bad, am I?" I whispered, lips trembling. I was going to bawl again. "In all the world, with all the things humans have done, all the unspeakable horrors men have visited on other men, the unthinkable suffering of women and children worldwide at the hands of mankind, and I'm that bad!

we do good when we make others forget their sorrow, make them forget for a little while

In perfect understanding, it seemed, they looked at each other. Questions of failure, of haste, all the what if's of life, did not matter. The quiet in her was talking to the quiet in him.

I think we are wise, we English speakers, to savor accents. They teach us things about our own tongue.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

The second thing I believe is that all of us would be human again if we could.

Actually, he had always found talk of hell highly offensive. He'd always sensed that those who did believe in hell had little or no empathy for those they assumed to be suffering there. Indeed, quite the opposite. Hellfire believers seem to delight in the idea that most of the human race would end up in just such a horrible place.

Who knows about another's love? The more you love the more you know the burnt out loss of love, the more you heed the silence of unknowing in the face of another's spiritual bondage.

Remember me not for my weakness, for my sins, or for my poor judgment. But that I loved you.

There are ways to live this life, and my way has always been one of inclusion—of our own kind, of all humankind, of all spirits, of all things under the sun. It's not a virtue with me. I don't know any other way to move through the world.

When a being reveals his pain in such a torrent, you are bound to respect the whole of the tragedy.

But what endures is what has always mattered: love - that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And if there is any hope for us to ever really be good - that hope will be realized through love.

I'm a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well.

She'd always liked to listen to people, especially when they talked so much that she didn't have to say anything much herself.