Quotes About Empathy

Benevolence is love to all men. It is to know all men.

When feelings get so string they're woven into my bones, I can't talk about them without crying.

io sui ici en liu dami amo' ('I am here in place of a friend love')

Ah, noble dog, you are the furry mirror in which we see our better selves reflected, man as he could be, unstained by war or ambition, unspoilt by—

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them." —ANTOINE DE SAINT EXUPÉRY, The Little Prince If

her. I never felt properly sorry for schizophrenics, she thought, unable to escape the voices in their heads and fighting for their sanity with a maelstrom of noise all around them, making it impossible to think. No

not come to feel his own goodness, worth and lovableness because those significant persons in his life were not present to him with the full attention of their whole being.

In the language of an actor, to know is synonymous with to feel

Nimeni nu poate s? ias? din propria sa existen??, aÈ™a cum nici ursul nu poate s? ias? din cuÈ™ca lui de la menajerie. Tot ceea ce i se întâmpl? cuiva din partea altcuiva pare straniu pentru noi. Când noi ar?t?m interes preocup?rilor altora, acord?m, de fapt, interes propriilor noastre preocup?ri.

Was that what people learned between the stars? To care for other people very much indeed and to spring upon them only to reveal love and not devouring to their prey?

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

He was just hungry, Papa. He's going to die. He's going to die anyway. He's so scared, Papa. The man squatted and looked at him. I'm scared, he said. Do you understand? I'm scared. The boy didn't answer. He just sat there with his head down, sobbing. You're not the one who has to worry about everything. The boy said something but he couldn't understand him. What? He said. He looked up, his wet and grimy face. Yes I am, he said. I am the one.

I know your kind, he said. What's wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.

and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there or perhaps as if to slow the world that was rushing away and seemed to care nothing for the old or the young or rich or poor or dark or pale or he or she. Nothing for their struggles, nothing for their names. Nothing for the living or the dead.

You never know when you'll be in need of them you've despised

Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the fear of it except to love the man who stands for us.

He tried to read her heart in her handclasp but he knew nothing.

A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body

All his early dreams were the same. Something was afraid and he had come to comfort it.

People are interested in other people. But your unconscious is not. Or only as they might directly affect you. It's been hired to do a very specific job. It never sleeps. It's more faithful than God.

Él le cogió la mano y cruzaron la calle hasta el hotel. Intentó leerle el corazón en el apretón de su mano, pero no adivinó nada.

It is not my experience that life's difficulties make people more charitable.

There's data in the world available only to those who have reached a certain level of wretchedness. You dont know what's down there if you havent been down there. Joy on the other hand hardly even teaches gratitude. A thoughtful silence.

Do you think horses understand what people say? I aint sure most people do.