Quotes About Empathy

Color must suffice. It has brought us to this night, this discussion, and it will take us into the future. All I truly know is that we rise and fall as one, one colored family living next door to one white family. We may not know the way through the forest, but we can pick each other up when we fall, and we will arrive together.

Cora remembered Caesar's words about the men at the factory who were hunted by the plantation, carrying it here despite the miles. It lived in them. It still lived in all of them, waiting to abuse and taunt when chance presented itself.

The world may be mean, but people don't have to be, not if they refuse. Mabel

The word we. We are not one people but many different people. How can one person speak for this great, beautiful race – which is not one race but many, with a million desires and hopes and wishes for ourselves and our children? "For

No one really cares about other people when you get down to it—their own struggles are too close up.

I was one of them on the dance floor and they were one of me. I jostled, was jostled in turn, collision as communication: I am here, we're here together. The bass bounced my shirt on my chest.

Raymond shared theirs—and the

Most people say, "Show, don't tell," but I stand by Show and Tell, because when writers put their work out into the world, they're like kids bringing their broken unicorns and chewed-up teddy bears into class in the sad hope that someone else will love them as much as they do.

A piece of art really works when you see yourself in the main characters and you see a glimpse of yourself in the villains

Judge not the dysfunctions of others, let ye be judged.

But in general the people who I think would be moved by art, moved to change legislation, don't read novels, don't read poems, and don't really care that someone's written a book about a place like Dozier.

Three cheers for your rich interior life, may it serve you well come rent day.

He spills his guts, it was the last sip that sent him over the edge but she has her hands full with her own loneliness, she's not about to take on his. Reach inside to muzzle the broken part of you that is now talking.

We stumble on, thinks Jaslyn, bring a little noise into the silence, find in others the ongoing of ourselves. It is almost enough.

Pain is not wat you get, it is wat you give.

When I sat down beside them, their silence was lined with tenderness. We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

The children looked like remnants of themselves. Spectral. Some were naked to the waist.Many of them had sores on their faces. None had shoes. He could see the structures of them through their skin. The bony residue of their lives.

People think they know the mystery of living in your skin. They don't. There's no one knows except the person who carts it around her own self.

Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.

anything which creates emotional ties between human beings inevitably counteracts war. What had to be sought was a community of feeling, and a mythology of the instincts.

Literature can stop my heart and execute me for a moment, allow me to become someone else.

it is not true that we have only one life to live. If we dwell in literature we can have as many lives as we want.

Beyond right and wrong there is a field, I'll meet you there.

In the end you should probably know your characters as well as you know yourself. Not only what they had for breakfast this morning, but what they wanted to have for breakfast.