Quotes About Empathy

My words itch at your ears till you understand them

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.

poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

Thought Of equality- as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself- as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.

I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers, And I become the other dreamers.

I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,   You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.

Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love.

I am the man, I suffered, I was there.

To be in any form, what is that? (round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more develop'd the quahung in it's callous shell were enough. Mine is no callous shell. I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, they seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and I am happy, to touch my person to someone else's is about as much as I can stand.

If you see a good deal remarkable in me I see just as much remarkable in you.

For who but I should understand love, with all its sorrow and joy?

Me celebro y me canto a mí mismo. Y lo que yo diga ahora de mí, lo digo de ti, porque lo que yo tengo lo tienes tú y cada átomo de mi cuerpo es tuyo también.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments; I do not ask the wounded person how he feels . . . . I myself become the wounded person, My hurt turns livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.

This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labour to others

I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice

am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.

Have you ever loved the body of a woman? Have you ever loved the body of a man? Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and all times all over the earth?

In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?