Quotes About Empathy

For whom is it well, for whom is it well? For no one for whom it is well.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

She didn't care so much whether the world would ever forgive her people; but she did hope that someday, somehow, she would be able to forgive herself.

I'm not sure I can think of anything sadder than a homeless person with a homeless dog.

Sometimes I believe we would all be better off if we always treated people like this was the last time we were ever going to see them

As a species, we're either very resilient or super callous. I don't know which.

Tsunamis. School shootings. Syria. We watch it, we read about it, and then we move on. As a species, we're either very resilient or super callous. I don't know which.

During the war, I promised the dead I would never forget them. I stared at them, barely able to move myself. Pretended I was one of them. To this day I can recall the light in the ruins.

When you have multiple personalities, you never drink alone.

the closest we ever get to loving others like God loved us is when we give somebody a second chance to hurt us. [Waite Evers, as quoted by Clay Bledsoe]

Lord, I don't know if Tony is in trouble or if he's upset about his job or if he's just working out at the gym. But I pray that You would draw him closer. Help him see there's no sin so great that You aren't ready to forgive. I pray You would give him hope. I pray You would allow him to see how much You love him and want him to come back to You. And give me the ability to love him well, through whatever we face.

If you've ever had a friend who cares enough about you to get down in the dirt and roll around, to cry and laugh and shovel the manure of life, you'll know how I felt when Ruthie leaned forward. I still get shivers thinking about her words and how true they were. How true they are.

Part of being a good parent was knowing when to say something and what to say, Elizabeth thought. The hardest part of parenting was knowing when to say nothing and listen.

It is a grace to be able to hold onto someone who runs at life when you can only imagine walking.

She [Pidge Bledsoe] supposed there was something gentle in every man, even the mean ones.

God had used a blind man to show him what he couldn't see. That made John smile through his tears.

She's not mean. She's just hurt. An animal that's gentle and friendly growls when it's injured. Remember that when people act ugly toward you. They're usually in some kind of pain.

I used to think that I knew something about poverty. You have not seen poverty until you've seen it in Africa.

All the statistics in the world can't measure the warmth of a smile.

They [Harvard academia] liked the poor, but didn't like the smell of the poor.

Human kindness is deeply subversive to totalitarian creeds, which seek to thwart all compassion toward those deemed unworthy of moral consideration, those branded as internal or external enemies.

Those who look at others as simple, one-dimensional caricatures fuel the rage of the dispossessed.

As long as we think abstractly, as long as we find in patriotism and the exuberance of war our fulfillment, we will never understand those who do battle against us, or how we are perceived by them

A soldier who is able to see the humanity of the enemy makes a troubled and ineffective killer.