Quotes About Empathy

If you weren't fine, I wouldn't even bother with you.

Another definition of a hero is someone who is concerned about other people's well-being, and will go out of his or her way to help them -- even if there is no chance of a reward. That person who helps others simply because it should or must be done, and because it is the right thing to do, is indeed without a doubt, a real superhero.

How do you bring alive the things you perceive?

If your friend is sick and dying, the most important thing he wants is not an explanation; he wants you to sit with him. He's terrified of being alone more than anything else. So, God has not left us alone.

For me, everyone I write of is real. I have little true say in what they want, what they do or end up as (or in). Their acts appall, enchant, disgust or astound me. Their ends fill me with retributive glee, or break my heart. I can only take credit (if I can even take credit for that) in reporting the scenario. This is not a disclaimer. Just a fact.

You should visit before you pass judgment on a place.

I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.

Women are so sensitive, darling. They have to be. They have to be aware what a man wants, what their children want. They have antennae all over them, whiskers of feeling. And unfortunately that has a down side. It means they get hurt.

Sorry about the squishy in your shoe. Must've been something I ate.

No man ever reaches manhood till a woman's tenderness Is a part of his possession.

With what tragic pathos do all men regard The child grown old whose heart cries!

The kindest souls are ever Those who sin and suffer most, And who thoughtfully endeavor To forget whereof men boast.

He who strives for happiness is a fool. The wise man makes happiness for another.

The fine art of Life is to make Another Soul vibrate with a song of joy.

What is love? To be delighted by the happiness of another.

Be careful whom you choose to hate. The small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings.

It is one thing to be sick of your own infirmities and another to understand that the people you love most are sick of them also. You are very near then to being friendless in this world.

Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen.

Why is it our failures only show us more clearly the people we are failing?

Write me as one that loves his fellow men.

Forgive thyself little, and others much.

The way I become friends with somebody is a slow process. You can't just spill your guts and tell them everything about yourself and expect them to listen and understand you because you don't know them. It's the same thing with a relationship.

Don't flash an immediate smile when you greet someone, as though anyone who walked into your line of sight would be the beneficiary. Instead, look at the other person's face for a second. Pause. Soak in their persona. Then let a big, warm, responsive smile flood over your face and overflow into your eyes. It will engulf the recipient like a warm wave. The split-second delay convinces people your flooding smile is genuine and only for them.

When you act as though you like someone, you start to really like them.