Quotes About Empathy

Quiero vivir en un mundo en el que los seres sean solamente humanos, sin darse en la cabeza con una regla, con una palabr, con una etiqueta... Quiero que la gran mayoría, la única mayoría, todos, puedan hablar, leer, escuchar, florecer. No entendí nunca la lucha sino para que ésta termine.

T]here arises an insight, which the poet must learn through other people. There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.

Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone else's why I neglected his sadness or his love or his reason or his delirium or his hardships: and he'll be right: it was my duty to name you, you, someone far away and someone close by, to name someone for his heroic scar, to name a woman for her petal, the arrogant one for his fierce innocence, the forgotten one for his famous obscurity. But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone

A multidão humana foi a maior lição da minha vida. Posso chegar a ela com a inerente timidez do poeta, com o receio do tímido; mas, uma vez no seu seio, sinto-me transfigurado.. Sou parte da essencial maioria, sou mais uma folha da grande árvore humana.

Ognuno ha una favola dentro che non riesce a leggere da solo. Ha bisogno di qualcuno che con la meraviglia e l'incanto negli occhi, la legga e gliela racconti.

Si hallas en un camino a un niño robando manzanas y a un viejo sordo con un acordeón, recuerda que yo soy el niño, las manzanas y el anciano. No me hagas daño persiguiendo al niño, no le pegues al viejo vagabundo, no eches al río las manzanas.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me. - Every Day You Play (Juegas Todos Los Días)

Quien descubre el quién soy descubrirá el quién eres.

Ve bana diyordu ki: GittiÄŸin yerde ac?lar?m?zdan söz et, anlat kardeÅŸim, aÅŸa??da bu cehennemde yaÅŸayan kardeÅŸinden söz et

How is it possible to be uninterested in other men and by virtue of what cold nonchalance can you detach yourself from the life that they supply so copiously?

What do you think an artist is? ...he is a political being, constantly aware of the heart breaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. Painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war." ? Pablo Picasso

En carta del 9 de septiembre de 1817 a su londinense iniciador masónico, lord MacDuff, escribe San Martín, acongojado: "¡Qué sentimiento de dolor, mi querido amigo, debe despertar en vuestro pecho el destino de estas bellas regiones! Parecería que los españoles estuvieran empecinados en convertirlas en un desierto, tal es el carácter de la guerra que hacen. Ni edades ni sexos escapan al patíbulo".

today is a good day to give no one a hard time about anything, or today is a good day to give everyone a hard time about everything.

In the person you care for, you often see parts of the person you wish you were.

She'd spent years trying to explain herself to me (and I to her), but in the end, it had all been for nothing. I could recite her memories, but I could not feel them. She was another country, and I would never travel there.

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being.

Writers, it is said, all carry a chip of ice in their hearts

It was as if she saw him in a whole new way, as if he had magically been transformed into a new person. Perhaps what she could really see, or wanted so very much to see, was how much he cared for her. Not that he wanted something from her, but that he wanted to see to it that she was happy, that she was taken care of, that that was what he truly wanted. And in that instant, it made her love him.

It would take a lifetime to understand another person. We all have complex, nuanced behaviors that make us who we are, or why we are. Acceptance is a better way to go.

Reading is my only true friend.

When I decided to leave was when I learned and accepted that I can't change people, I can't save people, only love them. I can only change myself and my circumstances

For a moment he said nothing, then he reached over and traced a line down her cheek with his finger. When a man looks into a woman's eyes, lass, he doesna want to see the horrors he has kent written there. He wants to see joy and warmth and some measure of innocence. Tis the natural duty and desire of a man to protect his woman and children from the world's bitterness.

We are all stumbling and falling under our own crosses, those carved from our hands, our sweat, and those not of our own making.

Nothing ever happens to just one person.