Quotes About Empathy

Ceux qui ont vécu dans les camps se souviennent de ces prisonniers qui allaient, de baraque en baraque, consoler leurs semblables, leur offrant les derniers morceaux de pain qui leur restaient. Même s'il s'agit de cas rares, ceux-ci nous apportent la preuve qu'on peut tout enlever à un homme excepté une chose, la dernière des libertés humaines : celle de décider de sa conduite, quelles que soient les circonstances dans lesquelles il se trouve.

The grasping of another person in his uniqueness means loving him[.]

A man's suffering is similar to the behavior of gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little. Therefore the 'size' of human suffering is absolutely relative.

Each of us has his own inner concentration camp... We must deal with, with forgiveness and patience-as full human beings, as we are and what we will become.

Only slowly could these men be guided back to the commonplace truth that no one has the right to do wrong, not even if wrong has been done to them. We had to strive to lead them back to this truth.

Los que estuvimos en campos de concentración recordamos a los hombres que iban de barracón en barracón consolando a los demás, dándoles el último trozo de pan que les quedaba. Puede que fueran pocos en número, pero ofrecían pruebas suficientes de que al hombre se le puede arrebatar todo salvo una cosa: la última de las libertades humanas -la elección de la actitud personal ante un conjunto de circunstancias- para decidir su propio camino.

El hombre tiene capacidad, fuerza, vocación para superarse a sí mismo, olvidarse de sí, perderse de vista, cuando se entrega a una tarea o a un semejante. Esto es lo que yo entiendo por autotrascendencia.

According to what he tells us himself, Mrs. Fryxell used to say of Napoleon: 'I wish he could be punished for all his slaughter by having to go through a childbirth for every human being who was shot on his account'. (A. Fryxell: Min historias historia).

It was like picking up a book and reading the things the main character did and said and his description and thinking vaguely, at first, Why, I'm that way a little. Then more, until the realization comes like a giant boulder down the hill and crashes into you, pulverizing you with the knowledge that this is you, this character.

It was not possible to reason with unreasonable people.

Those who are hated are always more human than those who hate them.

Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to love.

No stranger to misfortune myself, I have learned to relieve the sufferings of others.

Non ignora mali, miseris succurrere disco.

Mothers of Latium! Hey! Hear me, each one of you, wherever you may be! If you still have any sympathy for poor Amata in your faithful hearts, or any prick of conscience for a mother's claims, untie the bands around your hair and take to the wild rites with me!

Through pain I've learned To comfort suffering men.

The friend of my heart

Being myself no stranger to grief, I am learning to help the unhappy

if so great be thy yearning to know of our sorrows

The friend of her heart

In fact, for all of us it is this open-hearted affirmation that my life is the same as yours that moves us forward much faster than when we believe that others' lives are orderly and peaceful and only ours is chaotic and full of bumps.

You and I cannot possibly know the hidden pain eating holes in individual lives, so if we want to be saviors, in partnership with the Lord, we will be kind to everyone, everywhere, all of the time.

Nevertheless, the fact remained, it was impossible to dislike any one if one looked at them.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.