Quotes About Empathy

When a limit is broken, don't lecture or punish. Continue respectful involvement with the child. Avoid telling what happened and what should be done about it. You might ask curiosity questions: "What happened? What do you think caused that to happen? What ideas do you have to solve the problem now? What did you learn that will help you next time?

Your child will learn to respect and value the needs and feelings of others by watching the choices you make.

Guilt is the other side of compassion. Its original purpose was to enable you to empathize on an aware level with yourselves and other members of creaturehood, so that you could consciously control what was previously handled on a biological level alone. Guilt in that respect therefore has a strong natural basis, and when it is perverted, misused or misunderstood, it has that great terrifying energy of any runaway basic phenomenon.

A new pet given to a bereaved individual has saved more people from needing heart operations than any physician.

If you want to know what you think of yourself, then ask yourself what you think of others, and you will find your answer.

Above all, we pray that they will make the journey from selfishness to true love. Whether together or single, this is a journey we all have to make. In a sense it is the real journey of life.

The real power of books is their deep companionability. We learn from them as we learn from the deep companionability of love to know our own hearts and minds better.

All children suffered their parents' worlds. If she had had a child of her own, would she have done any better? " Jane Rule. "Desert of the Heart

I always feel a little guilty when I break bad news to someone, because that energy, of knowing something others don't, sort of puffs you up.

what would happen to others, not oneself. Rosanna thought that was what accounted for the crowd's

hurricane down in Florida somewhere. Who in Iowa thought about Florida? People in Iowa had problems of their own—maybe not dust storms like the ones out in Nebraska and Oklahoma

The novel is, above all, an intense experience of prolonged intimacy with another consciousness.

the novel is, above all, an intense experience of prolonged intimacy with another consciousness. But

Arthur said, You must know that you don't love children for being good or bad. I know you know that. Why do you love them? Because you do, said Arthur. Because they don't know what's coming and maybe you do.

He was turning out to be one of those men whose interest diminished as they got to know you. You got into this pattern of trying to be interesting by revealing more and more of yourself, like a salesman unpacking his sample bag, but the man, though he looked like he was smiling and paying attention, was really shaking his head internally—not that, not that either, no I don't think so, not today.

For it began to occur to him that one way to become private was to respect another's privacy.

I must fill myself with sorrow if I am to give you what you want.

We're lucky we don't have to share. Lots of people have to—you told me so yourself." "Share?" Gittel had looked appalled. Chaim remembered the face she'd made at the time, adding, "Papa, we have so little, how could we possibly share?" He'd looked at her, shook his head. "Many people have far less, and that you must never forget.

from Taking Your Clothes to the Salvation Army: Okay, so strangers will be grateful for this, will wear the socks to keep their feet warm, blow their noses in your handkerchiefs, pull up the shorts, tuck in the size large shirts (too small for our boys, too big for our daughter), and bits of you will be out there, engaging in a life you no longer have.

At least Em, long-suffering as she was, tried to give the child a bit of her heart, which - after all those years of living with Henry on that old gray farm in the middle of the gray prairie - was as dried up as an old pea. She tried, but she wasn't much good at it. It was a bit like trying to water a budding flower in the middle of a dry Kansas summer with a watering can poked through with holes.

How can we be so different and feel so much alike?

How can we be so different and feel so much alike?" Mused Flitter. "And how can we feel so different and be so much alike?" Wondered Pip. "I think this is quite a mystery," Flap chirped. "I agree," said Stellaluna. "But we're friends. And that's a fact.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. That word is love. (Sophocles) by Adam Harford, Duke of Harford, from the last page of Sophie's Salvation

Perhaps the best guide is treat people, everyone you meet with, with the politeness and consideration with which you would wish them to treat you? - Georgiana Darcy