Quotes About Empathy

Was it the weakness of a man that made him want to ignore the darker side of his fellow human beings?

My Father Still Sleeping After Surgery In spite of himself, my father loved me. In spite of the hands that beat me, in spite of the mouth that kept silent, in spite of the face that turned cruel as a gold Chinese king, he could not control the love that came out of him. The body is monumental, a colossus through which he breathes. His hands crawl over his stomach jerkily as sand crabs on five legs; he makes a fist like the fist of a newborn.

We are all wounded by racism, but for some of us those wounds are anesthetized. None of us, black or white, wants to feel the pain that racism has caused. But when you feel it, you're awake.

I don't remember the piece we played, but to this day I recall how she made me feel. She had only said "Yes." She never said "No." She taught by encouragement alone, and this allowed me to gradually drop all my fear and hesitation and enter into the spirit of the playing itself.

To come to know your enemy, first you must become his friend.

Many people have ideas on how others should change; few people have ideas on how they should change.

mas a maioria das pessoas também não entenderia. Estar casado com alguém, não lhe faz dono daquela pessoa, não somos objetos de posse de ninguém. O amor está acima de qualquer casinho de prazer.

The attitude is summed up by a famous scene from the novel Memoir of a Bengal Lancer by Geoffrey Bampfylde, in which the young and naïve titular hero is shocked by Englishmen standing by and not acting while a Hindoo widow is hurled onto her husband's funeral pyre in the practice of suttee.[ 52] His more cynical flinty-eyed Irish sergeant advises him that "To be sure, sor, this would raise a few eyebrows on Hampstead Heath: but you're not on Hampstead Heath any more.

We have newsreaders behaving like actors, lowering their voices if it's a sad story, as if we didn't know it's a sad story. There isn't a single cool newsreader.

I think the highest purpose of fiction is to show that all people are fundamentally worthy of mercy.

To let the player play the story, tell his own story, and have that story be deep and meaningful?

There is no such thing as a weird human being, It's just that some people require more understanding than others.

In the 1950s, primate researcher Harry Harlow's legendary experiments replacing the real mothers of baby monkeys with cloth ones proved the extent to which infants need loving physical attention in order to become healthy adults.

In the 1950s, primate researcher Harry Harlow's legendary experiments replacing the real mothers of baby monkeys with cloth ones proved the extent to which infants need loving physical attention in order to become healthy adults. Remarkably, this sort of touching went against the child-rearing views of the time.

The girl's envy and jealousy were transformed into unselfishness and thoughtfulness for others. Though

we all need a personal theory of what makes people tick. To

The behaviorist view was that babies—monkey or human—loved their mothers for the milk that they provided, since this satisfied a primary need. But what Harlow had seen with the cloth pads made him wonder whether babies might love their mothers not for their milk only, but because they provided warmth and affection. Perhaps

As life often seems to boil down to the outcome of such interactions, it is worth understanding what is happening below the surface of what is actually said, and how to manage an encounter while keeping everyone's dignity intact.

As we made love, our scars met, grazing long enough for mine to say "He tries to hide me," and for yours to reply "I know I embarrass her." "He never learned how to swim," whispered my scar. "She got picked last in gym class, then cried into her pillow," replied yours. Just then, a huge wound opened in me. You touched it. It closed. I was filled, fully healed, and I knew I would never be able not to love you.

Stereotyping) is only for those without the imagination to see people as they are instead of being like someone else they understand.

Music is one of those things that make us feel a little less alone in the world.

I love my cats, and I guess they think I'm okay. But I do sometimes get a very strong sense that they are purring at me, not with me. 5

I want a world without war, a world without insanity. I want to see people do well. I don't even think it's as much as what I want for myself. It's more what I want for the people around me. That's what I want.

Some people suffer quietly, while others suffer loudly. Who do you prefer to be around? Which are you?