Quotes About Empathy

And what's the best of all, you've been more comfortable alonger me, since I was under a dark cloud, than when the sun shone. That's best of all.

Who am I, for God's sake, that I should be kind!

Dio sa che non dovremmo mai vergognarci delle nostre lacrime, benefiche al pari di pioggia sulla polvere accecante che ricopre i nostri cuori induriti

I was glad to be tenderly remembered, to be gently pitied, not to be quite forgotten.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other...every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!

In the little world in which children have their existence whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice.

Carton left him there; but lingered after a little distance, and turned back to the gate again when it was shut, and touched it. He had heard of her going to the prison every day. 'She came out here,' he said, looking about him, 'turned this way, must have trod on these stones often. Let me follow in her footsteps.

My dearest girl, dearer to me than anything in life, if you are unhappy, let me share your unhappiness. If you are in need of help or counsel, let me try to give it to you. If you have indeed a burden on your heart, let me try to lighten it. For whom do I live now, Agnes, if it is not for you!

I verily believe that her not remembering and not minding in the least, made me cry again, inwardly - and that is the sharpest crying of all

In the little world in which children have their existence whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice. He may be only small injustice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stance as many hands high according to scale, as a big-boned Irish hunter.

and a small return for your good offices." "Do you think I particularly like you?" "Really, Mr. Carton," returned the other, oddly disconcerted, "I have not asked myself the question." "But ask yourself the

And I don't speak of myself, particular,' said Mr. Omer, 'because, sir, the way I look at it is, that we are all drawing on to the bottom of the hill, whatever age we are, on account of time never standing still for a single moment. So let us always do a kindness, and be over-rejoiced. To be sure!

I know how hard it has grown for me, the wearer of this, to support life in myself; but do you know how easy it has grown for me, the wearer of this, to destroy life in you?" Every

Deus sabe que não há porque nos envergonharmos de nossas lágrimas jamais, pois elas são a chuva que cai sobre a poeira da terra que nos cega (...)

I think the best side of such people is almost hidden from us. What the poor are to the poor is little known, excepting to themselves and God.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before—more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I

evening, they began to think that although he could never hope to be an Englishman, still it would be hard to visit that affliction on his head. They began to accommodate themselves to his level, calling him 'Mr Baptist,' but treating him like a baby, and laughing immoderately at his lively gestures and his childish English—more,

Heavens knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

me era imposible mirarla sin sentir compasión, pues advertía que estaba muy castigada al haberse convertido en una ruina, por no tener ningún lugar en la tierra en que había nacido; por la vanidad del dolor, que había sido su principal manía, como la vanidad de la penitencia, del remordimiento y de la indignidad, así como otras monstruosas vanidades que han sido otras tantas maldiciones en este mundo.

Never,' said my aunt, 'be mean in anything; never be false; never be cruel. Avoid those three vices, Trot, and I can always be hopeful of you.

Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode? Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted me?

No one can understand him better than I do. The greatest wisdom that ever lived in the world could scarcely know Richard better than my love does.

At one of these a lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire; and Scrooge sat down upon a form, and wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be.