Quotes About Empathy

Yaln?zca önümde durup da beni, kendisini yemeÄŸe davet eden bir hayvan? yemek istemiyorum o kadar, dedi Arthur, bu insafs?zl?k. Yenilmek istemeyen bir hayvan? yemekten iyidir, dedi Zaphod.

Di me stesso so solo quel tanto che riesco a capire nelle mie attuali condizioni mentali. E le mie attuali condizioni mentali non sono buone.

Bir Ä°sviçre Peyniri Bitkisiyle bile yeterince uzun süre yaln?z kald???nda kendini rahats?z hissedip utanmay? baÅŸarabilen Arthur için bu an, kesintisiz bir ayd?nlanma an?yd?.

It can be very dangerous to see things from somebody else's point of view without the proper training.

It can be very dangerous to see things from somebody else's point of view without proper training.

It is folly to say you know what is happening to other people. Only they know, if they exist. They have their own Universes of their eyes and ears.

He was also firmly and utterly opposed to all and any forms of cruelty to any animals whatsoever except geese.

A true lover must know how to receive as well as to give.

To give love to one who needs it is a far greater pleasure than to receive it.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes their way. Happiness only happens for those who cry and those who hurt, for only then can they appreciate the importance of people who touch their lives.

Jason once told me that eye contact is the most intimacy two people can have -- forget sex -- because the optic nerve is technically an extension of the brain, and when two people look into each other's eyes, it's brain-to-brain.

I used to care about how other people thought I led my life. But lately I've realized that most people are too preoccupied with their own lives to give anybody else even the scantiest of thoughts.

Sometimes you can't realize you're in a bad mood until another person enters your orbit.

After my brush with the suicidal impulse, I listen with new ears to others when they speak on the subject. I think there are people who were born with that little door open, and they have to go through life knowing that they might jump through it at any moment.

One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do.

I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you're past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter.

People listening to songs are like people reading novels: for a few minutes, for a few hours, someone else gets to come in and hijack that part of your brain that's always thinking. A good book or song kidnaps your interior voice and does all the driving. With the artist in charge you're free for a little while to leave your body and be someone else.

You know, I really think that when God puts together families, he sticks his finger into the white pages and selects a group of people at random and then says to them all, 'Hey! You're going to spend the next seventy years together, even though you have nothing in common and don't even like each other. And, should you not feel yourself caring about any of this group of strangers, even for a second, you will just feel dreadful

Do you remember that old TV series, Get Smart? Do you remember at the beginning where Maxwell Smart is walking down the secret corridor and there are all of those doors that open sideways, and upside down and gateways and stuff? I think that everyone keeps a whole bunch of doors just like this between themselves and the world. But when you're in love, all of your doors are open, and all of their doors are open. And you roller-skate down your halls together.

What surprises me about humanity is that in the end such a narrow range of plights defines our moral lives.

You are paralyzed by the fact that cruelty is often amusing.

Sometimes I think the people to feel the saddest for are people who are unable to connect with the profound—people such as my boring brother-in-law, a hearty type so concerned with normality and fitting in that he eliminates any possibility of uniqueness for himself and his own personality. I wonder if some day, when he is older, he will wake up and the deeper part of him will realize that he has never allowed himself to truly exist, and he will cry with regret and shame and grief.

Susan, nonetheless, wanted to know why she was having such a dating problem. Dusty said, I think your problem is that you think everyone else is a freak except you, but everybody's a freak- you included- and once you learn that, the World of Dating is yours.

It's amazing how you can be a total shithead, and yet your soul still wants to hang out with you.