Quotes About Empathy

Deu um pontapé na cachorra, que se afastou humilhada e com sentimentos revolucionários.

There is no They, Only Us.

When you visualized a man or a woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity…. Hate was just a failure of imagination.

Her face looked ugly in the attempt to avoid tears; it was an ugliness which bound him to her more than any beauty could have done. It isn't being happy together, he thought as though it were a fresh discovery, that makes one love--it's being unhappy together.

Against the beautiful and the clever and the successful, one can wage a pitiless war, but not against the unattractive: then the millstone weighs on the breast.

No human being can really understand another, and no one can arrange another's happiness.

In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.

In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.

People talk about the courage of condemned men walking to the place of execution: sometimes it needs as much courage to walk with any kind of bearing towards another person's habitual misery.

Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.

Hate is a lack of imagination.

We forget very easily what gives us pain.

Because two people in love don't make a hive mind. Neither should they want to be a hive mind, to think the same, to know the same. It's about being separate and still loving each other, being distinct from each other. One is the violin string one is the bow.

The trouble with forgiveness is that some people don't want to be forgiven.

One smile is more effective than a thousand shouts

Straight men just can't imagine the bliss of being in a relationship with someone who finds farting as funny as they do.

You, man, who read these lines, they are written to you by a brother who has suffered much. My thoughts are wrung from the deepest distress, yet still they try to find expression. O, that you could and would understand me! Some people are capable of deep, heartfelt, self-sacrificing love, yet the only possible object of their love is a person of their own sex. There are said to be such women, and I know that such men exist. I myself am such a man. These confessions contain a life of anguish.

How we forgive narrowness of mind, when it accompanies largeness of heart. Yet no breadth of intellect exonerates want of feeling.

People read books, didn't they, to get away from themselves, to escape the troubles of their lives?

A bullet would perhaps be an unnecessarily severe form of punishment to mete out; but I confess I could excuse the man who was so far carried away by his righteous indignation as to duck the fellow in the nearest horse-pond.

To the uninformed observer, the agonizing cramps in a marathon runner's calf muscles are heroic while the relentless explosions of a dominatrix's paddle against her client's bottoms are obscene and perverted. That the two victims might confront their ordeals for similar reasons, and take away similar benefits, has rarely been considered. Grant Antrews, Submissions

8I have charity for the Jew (I say Jew, because I mean them from whence I came). 9

In all of these cases, someone can act as a CCO not because he has studied contemporary culture but because he comes from that culture. He knows it in his bones.

Laugh and the world laughs with you!