Quotes About Empathy

Entonces caía en la trampa de compadecer y disculpar al amante, pensando que si tuvieran más tiempo y un lugar seguro, se amarían bien.

los mejores, siempre que optemos por el amor en vez del miedo, dice. El amor no se da como una planta silvestre, se cultiva con mucho cuidado.

Isabel Allende

Me será muy difícil vengar a todos los que tienen que ser vengados, porque mi venganza no sería más que otra parte del mismo rito inexorable. Quiero pensar que mi oficio es la vida y que mi misión no es prolongar el odio, sino sólo llenar estas páginas [...]

They're really good people. Quakers are always to be found where they're most needed.

el extraño poder curativo de las palabras, de compartir el dolor y comprobar que otros también tienen su

vidas se parecen y los sentimientos son idénticos.

Si pudiera permanecer inmóvil, sin hablar ni pensar, sin suplicar, llorar, recordar o esperar, si pudiera sumergirme en el silencio más completo, tal vez entonces podría oírte, hija.

She knew the strange healing power words had from what she had written and discussed concerning her brother Enrique's fate—how important it was to share one's pain and discover that others too had their fair share of it, that lives are often alike and feelings similar.

Om niet in zichzelf te praten praatte ze tegen haar kat, met de geruststellende zekerheid dat Neko geen tegenwerpingen zou maken en als een wijze kater alles begreep.

Relájate. Solo vengo a respirar contigo.

lloró largamente a esa mujer que había dedicado su existencia a hacer más cómoda la de otros y que murió sola.

Quería hacer el amor con alguien que sintiera como ella. Quería ser aceptada sin nada que ocultar o fingir, conocer al otro profundamente y aceptarlo de la misma manera. Quería a alguien con quien pasar la mañana del domingo en la cama leyendo los periódicos, a quien tomarle la mano en el cine, con quien reírse de tonterías y discutir ideas.

Al necesitado no se le pregunta quién es ni de dónde viene, Richard. Todos somos iguales en la desgracia.

This days one must be careful to avoid awakening the pain of another.

This isn't your fault, you know. It really isn't. You'll get though this. (page 151)

Sometimes a story does not make immediate sense—one has to listen and keep it in one's heart, in one's blood, until the day it will become useful.

You can only threaten someone with hell if they have never had hell

Most of the staff members were like that; they returned smiling after we hurt them. It was as if they had made a pact not to give up on us.

I only liked talking to her because I felt that she didn't judge me for what I had been a part of; she looked at me with the same inviting eyes and welcoming smile that said I was a child.

She was wearing her white uniform and was on her way to take on other traumatized children. It must be tough living with so many war stories. I was just living with one, mine, and it was difficult, as the nightmares about what had happened continued to torment me. Why does she do it? Why do they all do it? I thought as we went our separate ways. It was the last time I saw her. I loved her but never told her.

If you asked someone who was a Maori about how they felt about how they were treated in Australia or New Zealand, you'll get an answer. They'll have something to tell you. And you might not like what you hear.

Some of the worst selfies I've ever seen are at Auschwitz or Ground Zero.

My father is the man that, he will give you what he doesn't have, still. If he has 10 bucks and you need 10 bucks because you're sick or you don't have nothing to eat, he will give you 10 bucks. He will be at zero, but he will help you. That's the kind of man that my father is.