Quotes About Empathy

I want someone who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don't already know and make me laugh. I don't care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.

I have heard people say that they felt closer to their parents after they have died. Maybe if I treat people as if they were dead, I could get along with them better

A man came up to me the other day and said he hadn't had a bite in weeks. So you know what I did? I walked by him like he didn't even exist.

I was at this guy's house. I met this girl who was hanging out there. She was real pretty, she had brown eyes and dark hair. She was soft-spoken and real nice. I know that everyone has their own life and they can do what they want and you shouldn't think anything of it or anything. But man, I couldn't help but flinch a little when I saw all those needle marks in her arm, they looked so sore. Hateful little holes. I wanted to say something, but I didn't.

I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don't already know, and make me laugh. I don't care what you look like, just turn me on.

We try to understand the pain of others but we can only understand it our way.

You are the reason I don't want to die all the time When I am with you life is worth living Time away from you is strange and full of pain When I look into your eyes I can see how life has savaged you It's ok if you fall I will be there to catch you Anyone that would want to hurt you Would have to kill me to do it I will never be able to pound words into lines To match the velocity of your presence

I will do to you what you taught me. I will pass my fingers over my scars and read them like Braille and they will tell me what to do.

So easy to not say what you think To not do what you want Hard to take rejection Easy to hurt someone else and not know it Easy to make it hard

Once you have been on the outside, a part of you will always be out there.

I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don't already know, and make me laugh. I don't care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.

His mother called them his gems and often asked him why he liked things that were worn and old. It would have been hard to tell her. But there was something about the way in which the link of a chain was worn or the thread on a bolt or a castor-wheel that gave him a vague feeling of pain when he ran his fingers over them. They were like worn shoe-soles or very thin dimes. You never saw them wear, you only knew they were worn, obscurely aching

Treat the other man's faith gently it is all he has to believe with. His mind was created for his own thoughts, not yours or mine.

Reason shows me that if my happiness is desirable and good, the equal happiness of any other person must be equally desirable. ...

Love is not getting, but giving

It is not the gift, but the thought that counts.

There is a loftier ambition than to stand high in the world. It is to step down and lift mankind a little higher.

But this I know. Those who seek Him will do well to look among the poor and the lowly, the sorrowful and the oppressed.

A friend is what the heart needs all the time.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

Give what you have. To some it may be better than you dare think.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.