Quotes About Empathy

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers-- And that cannot stop their tears.

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,Ere the sorrow comes with years?

Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man.

Therefore to this dog will I,Tenderly not scornfully,Render praise and favor.

Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.

We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book And calculating profits - so much help By so much rending. It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth - 'Tis then we get the right good from a book.

He was the best and kindest all that time, as even he could be, and carried the kettle when it was too heavy for me, and helped me with heart and head.

To H.S. Boyd Monday, September 19, 1843. My own dear Friend, — I should have written instantly to explain myself out of appearances which did me injustice, only I have been in such distress as to have no courage for writing. Flush was stolen away, and for three days I could neither sleep nor eat, nor do anything much more rational than cry.

In my own defence, I really believe that my distress arose somewhat less from the mere separation from dear little Flushie than from the consideration of how he was breaking his heart, cast upon the cruel world. Formerly, when he has been prevented from sleeping on my bed he has passed the night in moaning piteously, and often he has refused to eat from a strange hand.

As for poor dear Miss Mitford's book, I was entirely upset by the biography she thought it necessary or expedient to give of me. Oh, if our friends would but put off anatomising one till after one was safely dead, and call to mind that, previously, we have nerves to be agonised and morbid brains to be driven mad!

They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.

much as Flush tries to understand me when I tell him that barking and jumping may be unseasonable things.

My poor Flush has fallen into tribulation. Think of Catiline, the great savage Cuba bloodhound belonging to this house, attempting last night to worry him just as the first Catiline did Cicero. Flush was rescued, but not before he had been wounded severely: and this morning he is on three legs and in great depression of spirits. My poor, poor Flushie! He lies on my sofa and looks up to me with most pathetic eyes.

Is it 'the cruellest cut of all' when you talk of infinite kindness, yet attribute such villainy to me?

She said, "You're a warrior. So how do you kill without rage?" "In compassion. Because of necessity." Hrahima set the empty water bowl back in Samarkar's hands. "The same way you carry water.

Why didn't you mention how you were feeling?" "Because it's feelings," I said. "And feelings are terrible.

But wasn't that part of a whore's job? Being the sort of ear that lonely men could turn to? I wondered who lonely women paid to listen. As with so much, it seemed as if the world had a solution for the one but not the other.

To know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody. —QUENTIN CRISP

Friends don't keep score." Because friends don't have to keep score, my da would of said. Friends just pitch in as needed, as they can.

I wondered who lonely women paid to listen. As with so much, it seemed as if the world had a solution for the one but not the other.

It is possible to erase and mortify yourself to the point where you actually make more work for the people around you, because they are constantly doing emotional labor to support you. A well-developed martyr complex becomes a means of getting attention without ever having to take the emotional risks of asking for attention.

It's hard not to like someone who's genuinely interested in you. Or genuinely interested in things, in general.

I'm not concerned about any terrible things you might have done," he said quietly. "I'm concerned about the terrible things that happened to you.

I should of been chewing on my words some, so everybody else would have had a better chance of swallowing them.