Quotes About Empathy

I would have liked to experience more of the heptapods' worldview, to feel the way they feel. Then, perhaps I could immerse myself fully in the necessity of events, as the must, instead of merely wading in its surf for the rest of my life.

Hassan stared at the boy for a long moment, and then his anger faded, and he let him go. When next he saw his older self, Hassan asked him, "Why did you not warn me about the pickpocket?" "Did you not enjoy the experience?

I am a lover of beauty, he of humanity. Each

Because all of us have been wrong on various occasions, engaged in cruelty and hypocrisy, and we've forgotten most of those occasions. And that means we don't really know ourselves.

La loro distaccata crudeltà, la loro istintiva capacità di individuare il punto debole nell'armatura emotiva di una vittima, il modo in cui la loro stessa amicizia veniva rafforzata dal sadismo: riconobbe questi come esempi di un comportamento umano, non divino.

Porque todos nos hemos equivocado en diversas ocasiones, hemos actuado con crueldad e hipocresía, y todos hemos olvidado la mayoría de esas ocasiones. Y eso significa que en realidad no nos conocemos

in Nicole's mouth instead of mine?

Help me to understand other people's positions, Lord, even when I don't share them. At the same time, grant me the strength to not ignore wrongdoing simply because it is committed by someone who is well intentioned. Let me be compassionate while remaining true to my convictions. Amen.

Is it more respectful to treat him like a human being, or to accept that he isn't one?

concept of ren: inadequately conveyed by "benevolence," that quality which is quintessentially human, which can only be cultivated through interaction with others, and which a solitary person cannot manifest.

And as he stood there outside the bedroom door, he could hear her sobbing, on the floor paralyzed with shame, exactly the same as he had been when it was him on the other side.

The difficulty of any trial was subjective, and there was no way to compare two individuals' experiences. And just as those whose suffering seemed greater than his should have compassion for him, so should he have compassion for those whose suffering seemed less.

They figure that affection will produce better results, and the only way trainers will feel affection for Sophonce digients is with pharmaceutical intervention.

You never read Spider-Man? Accepting your true identity means understanding that you are a stranger to this world. A freak, ostracized by the very people you want to help.

This is the problem with compassion, we're compassionate to everybody except those people who aren't compassionate. You can't do it that way. How do we refrain from throwing out of our hearts even those people who we believe to be seriously misguided? How do we keep from throwing out of our hearts those people who are caught in their own fears, in their own distrusts, in their own exclusivities?

In every sphere of social interaction, that hermeneutic leap—that ability to put yourself in the mind frame of the other—is a virtue and a blessing.

Listening, not jargon, is the path into the heart of music. And if we listen at a deep enough level, we enter into the magic of the song - no degrees or formal credentials required. [...] [C]areful listening can demystify virtually all of the intricacies and marvels of jazz. [...] [T]he people who first gave us jazz did so without much formal study - and, in some instances, with none at all. But they knew how to listen.

as your dog becomes more self-actualized, he may hold up the mirror for you, and the face you see can be humbling.

At a certain point you need to acknowledge that your partner knows more about what makes him or her happy than you do. Stepping back, you let that partner be.

You're doing the right thing, letting the process happen. He's not in pain. It's what we see in dying that is uncomfortable to us.

After all, there's a significant service to humanity in spending time doing no harm,

Boarding House The blind man draws his curtains for the night and goes to bed, leaving a burning light above the bathroom mirror. Through the wall, he hears the deaf man walking down the hall in his squeaky shoes to see if there's a light under the blind man's door, and all is right.

There was something about being cared for," she thought. Something magical.

Close friends love you for who you are, not what they want you to be.