Quotes About Empathy

Children from violent households made great lie detectors because their ability to read people and situations wasn't just a hobby—it was a survival skill. The

Sex isn't the only thing you need, Wolfe. I've never met anyone in such dire need of a friend." Kelsey

No hay niños difíciles. Hay adultos a quienes nos resulta más fácil desplegar nuestra energía y nuestros intereses en otros ámbitos.

Nadie pide lo que no necesita. A medida que pasan los años, esas necesidades no satisfechas siguen operando con la misma intensidad que en sus comienzos. Pero los adultos estamos cada vez menos dispuestos a comprender los mensajes, sobre todo repitiendo la frase "ya sos grande". O la de peor categoría: "Eso es una regresión".

While it's really hard to do, at the same time, I'm escaping my body, which I really want to do. I'm living someone else's life. I get very intensely into the story, into the interviews and the research. I'm experiencing things along with my subjects. I have a freedom I don't have in my physical life.

I'm looking for a way out of here. I can't have it physically, so I'm going to have it intellectually. It was a beautiful thing to ride Seabiscuit in my imagination. And it's just fantastic to be there alongside Louie as he's breaking the NCAA mile record. People at these vigorous moments in their lives - it's my way of living vicariously.

He (Thomas Smith) believed with complete conviction that no animal was permanently ruined. Every horse could be improved. He lived by a single maxim: 'Learn your horse. Each one is an individual, and once you penetrate his mind and heart, you can often work wonders with an otherwise intractable beast.

It's easy to talk to a horse if you understand his language," he once said. "Horses stay the same from the day they are born to the day they die...They are only changed by the way people treat them." (said about Thomas Smith)

Everyone thinks we found this broken down horse and fixed him. But he fixed us. Every one of us.

As the train pushed off for Yokohama, the POWs' last sight of Naoetsu was a broken line of Japanese, the few civilian guards and camp staffers who had been kind to them, standing along the side of the track. Their hands were raised in salute.

If Red breaks that leg again," Howard said soberly, "it will cripple him for life." Alexander told him that maybe it was better to break a man's leg than his heart.

maybe it was better to break a man's leg than to break his heart.

It's easy to talk to a horse if you understand his language. Horses stay the same from the day they are born until the day they die. They are only changed by the way people treat them.

As you read my stories of long ago I hope you will remember that things truly worthwhile and that will give you happiness are the same now as they were then. It is not the things you have that make you happy. It is love and kindness and helping each other and just plain being good.

Then she stopped on one tree, one that must be dying. The branches were bare, stark, hardly moving in the wind. How was it Iris had never noticed this tree before? Such a delicate web of boughs and knots and air, it made her feel for the bare branches, made her feel she too was a bare branch, all alone in the air, and made her want to possess, to own, the beauty of those branches. But how?

All that is good, we are. Love and compassion radiate from our very being; we need only remember.

Speak peace, and peace is born.

How do you explain to a nonreader that books aren't just things but treasured friends? Companions?

The best mirror is an old friend.

The best mirror is an old friend. George Herbert

To be an artist was to interpret experiences for others. The more a person turned in to the charismatic forces in life or in a piece of art the more that person lived in the ecstasy of energy we call life

With computers, e-mail, you don't hear an actual voice, but you catch a tone in the words on the screen.

if you sing a sad song loud enough, the boys on those torpedo boats can hear you under the sea.

Maybe he was worried that I would get thinner and thinner, until I became as unfindable as my mother, and I felt a stab of compassion for him, imagining my father alone in this house with the white shadows of his two invisible women.