Quotes About Empathy

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

Not what we give, But what we share, For the gift without the giver Is bare.

Even as the roots, shut in the darksome earth, Share in the tree top's joyance, and conceive Of sunshine and wide air and winged things, By sympathy of nature, so do I

Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!

You are not alone. You are instead lonely. There is loneliness as can exist only in the midst of numbers and numbers of people who don't know you, who don't care about you, who won't let you care about them.

I once read a story by this guy named Harlan Ellison ending: That night it rained, everywhere in the known universe. I was never too sure what the ending meant in terms of Ellison's story, but anyone who sits alone in a motel room for hours, watching the rain wash the world away, begins to understand. Knows what it feels like.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning" (Lear, 9.60).

It is delightfully easy to thank God for the grace we ourselves have received, but it requires great grace to thank God always for the grace given to others.

People who supported Obama felt like they formed a relationship, that they were being spoken to. The way that campaign worked and the way he's worked during his first term is to make people feel like he's grasping their hand, whether it's by tweeting or email, moments after an event, sometimes during an event. It makes people relate to him.

Forgive us all our trespasses,Little creatures, everywhere!

I'm sad.' 'I'm sorry and I'm here for you.' 'Aren't you going to tell me to cheer up? People always tell me to cheer up.' 'No, I still like you when you're sad.

It may be, in the end, that a good society is defined more by how people treat strangers than by how they treat those they know.

could heard him.

Compassion is not weakness. Enduring is not living. And belligerence is not strength.

Life was hard on mothers; but then, they just didn't understand.

Doubtless priest as well as Levite salved his conscience with ample excuse for his inhumane conduct; he may have been in a hurry, or was fearful, perhaps, that the robbers would return and make him also a victim of their outrage. Excuses are easy to find; they spring up as readily and plentifully as weeds by the wayside. When the Samaritan came along and saw the wretched state of the wounded man, he had no excuse for he wanted none. - ch. 26 of Jesus the Christ

This seems to be one of the evil quirks of human nature, to condemn others for things you do yourself.

It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one's own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you t

It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one's own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?

She wanted to start with names of things, things she could point to. Like Miss Sullivan with Helen Keller. She'd touch Weenie's nose, and say: 'Nose! That's your nose! You've got a nose!' Then she'd touch her own nose. Then his again. Back and forth." "She must not have had much to do.

At this question, I felt a sharp rush of despair - for as bad as I felt there was nothing he could do for me, and from his face, I realized he knew that, too.

everything was soft and kind and infinitely forgiving. I noted a strange beauty in the faces of people previously repulsive to me. I smiled at everyone and everyone smiled back.

Nos miramos durante un largo y extraño momento que nunca he olvidado, como dos animales que se encuentran al atardecer, y de sus ojos pareció brotar una clara chispa de simpatía; vi la criatura que era en realidad y creo que él también me vio. Por un instante estuvimos conectados como dos motores del mismo circuito.

one prisoner looking at another