Quotes About Empathy

so I let them have their little victories which they need far more than I do.

I'm more interested in humanity in general than pussy in the exact.

The Baron went on doing magic things. Half the notebook was filled with Baron Von Himmlen. It made me feel good to write about the Baron. A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating living your life without a man like him around.

I think of two friens who advise me on various methods of suicide. what better proof of loving camaraderie?

When someone else's truth is the same as your truth, and he seems to be saying it just for you, that's great. I

To think, somebody had suicided for that.

She has hurt fewer people than anybody I know, and if you look at it like that, well, she has created a better world, she has won.

perhaps it will help if we all realize that perhaps all of us have been pests at one time or another to somebody but we never knew it. shit, it's a horrible thought but most probably true and maybe it will help us bear up under the pest. basically, there is no 100 percent man. we are all run through with various madnesses and ugliness that we ourselves are not aware of but that everyone else is aware of.

olen aina sanonut: jos haluat selvittää ketkä ovat ystäviäsi niin mene hullujenhuoneelle tai vankilaan ja jos haluat tietää millaista on elää ilman rakkautta niin ole ikuinen häviäjä

I listened and listened and listened, thinking what will I do now? How will I get this poor mad bastard to shut up? I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

Adoro quelli che si sentono fuori posto, con loro mi sento sempre nel posto giusto.

He was so pitiful that I couldn't tell him to get lost.

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the living

It occurred to me that everybody suffered continually, including those who pretended they didn't.

tenho vergonha de ser um membro da raça humana mas não quero acrescentar nem mais um pingo que seja a essa vergonha.

ela machucou menos gente do que qualquer pessoa que conheço, e se você olhar por esse ângulo, bem, ela criou um mundo melhor. ela venceu.

La gente amoral suele considerarse más libre, pero a menudo carecen de la capacidad de sentir o de amar.

It's like a code, you know, a code of courtesy…because if the poor aren't decent to one another nobody else is going to be.

I feel for the lonely, I sense their need, but I also feel that the lonely are for one another and that they should find each other and leave me alone.

That one's as much Master as another, and since Men are all made of the same Clay there should be no Distinction or Superiority among them. [Emphasis

I asked what she thought that voice might sound like—the voice of people attuned to tension and cloth, people who saw the stones of the world charged with spirit, people who had never seen animals larger than a llama, people who broke the world into complementary halves and thought more in terms of up and down than north and south, people who took in information about the world through their fingers. "Foreign," she said.

Imagine--here let me now address non-Indian readers--somehow meeting a member of the Haudenosaunee from 1491. Is it too much to speculate that beneath the swirling tattoos, asymmetrically trimmed hair, and bedizened robes, you would recognize someone much closer to yourself, at least in certain respects, than your own ancestors?

No need to act all hoity-toity. Aloofness is a bore. We're all lonely in one way or another.

Every personal story, every secret, every vulnerability you share with someone is a potential weapon that you're placing in that person's hand.