Quotes About Empathy

I have tried to write poetry for people for whom there is no poetry.

There is more to being a great leader than just doing a task well. There is communication, empathy, respect, and compassion. You do the last one well and they will jump thru hurdles for you.

After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.

I don't think we are cut out to be evil sorcerers, brothers," said Fentongoose. "If we were truly evil, we would not feel such sorrow at the deaths of our friends. We would just go, 'Ha! Ha! Ha!' or something.

Sometimes, on our way through the world, we meet someone who touches our heart in a way others don't.

Again, one man loses by death a much-loved1359 son; another has a reprobate son alive; both equally to be pitied, though the one mourns over the death, the other over the life, of his boy.

I have so much empathy for these young actors that are 19 and all of a sudden they're beautiful and famous and rich. I'm like, 'Oh my God, I'd be dead.'

Fearfulness, contrary to all other vices, maketh a man think the better of another, the worse of himself.

I am not I; pity the tale of me.

Christians get very angry toward other Christians who sin differently than they do.

When I pray for another person, I am praying for God to open my eyes so that I can see that person as God does, and then enter into the stream of love that God already directs toward that person.

I would far rather convey grace than explain it.

A Christian's duty, Lewis believed, is not simply to tolerate "X" but to make life with "X" an occasion to work on one's own character flaws.

Being hurt personally triggered a curiosity about how such beliefs are formed.

Close dancing may be the best inoculation against ideology.

Mrs Bartholomew did not cry, because she had done all her crying for that so long ago.

Nothing touches me more than cracks in the armor and the person who reveals them.

In the end, love was only possible because he saw me not as who I was, but as the person I would become.

No matter how much you want to respect someone's freedom (even when you consider it selfish), you still have your own pain, anger, and melancholy to contend with.

Il me rend à la solitude. La plus profonde, celle qu'on ressent au cœur d'une foule.

C'est important : il me regarde d'une certaine manière et n'en déviera pas. En fin de compte, l'amour n'a été possible que parce qu'il m'a non pas tel que j'étais, mais tel que j'allais devenir.

On sent que cela monte, que l'explosion de colère est proche. Il dit qu'il n'admet pas l'emploi du « on ». Quoi ? « On » va guérir ? Qui ? Elle ? Elle est malade ? C'est quoi ce besoin biscornu de s'approprier un mal qui n'est pas le sien, dont elle ne sait rien ou presque, dont elle ne mourra pas ?

Later I will do the same with death. I will behave as if life will just continue. I will talk to a friend the day before he dies, imagining the future, even when he is emaciated, intubated, clearly on his deathbed. When I hear of his passing, it will always be a surprise to me.