Quotes About Empathy

Only then did he understand clearly for the first time what he had not understood when he had led her out of the church after the wedding. He understood not only that she was close to him, but that he no longer knew where she ended and he began. He understood it by the painful feeling of being split which he experienced at that moment. He was offended at first, but in that same instant he felt that he could not be offended by her, that she was him.

If you want to be a clever person, you have to learn how to ask cleverly, how to listen attentively, how to respond quietly, and how to stop talking when there is nothing more to say.

Love those that hate you, but to love those one hates is impossible

Acaso não somos todos nós largados neste mundo só para odiarmos uns aos outros e, portanto, para atormentarmos a nós mesmos e aos outros?

No, I can't argue with them; they wear impenetrable armour, while I'm naked.

If there were no suffering, man would not know his limitations, would not know himself.

blessed are the poor, the humble, the kind, the generous.

Every kind thing is a virtue. To give water to a thirsty person, or to pick up a stone from a road, or to convince your neighbors and friends that they should be virtuous, or to show a traveler his way, or to smile looking into your neighbor's face—all this is virtue. —MOHAMMED

But I'm married, and believe me, in getting to know thoroughly one's wife, if one loves her, as someone has said, one gets to know all women better than if one knew thousands of them.

To accept the dignity of another person is an axiom. It has nothing to do with subduing, supporting, or giving charity to other people.

En algunos instantes, después de prolongados sufrimientos, lo que más anhelaba -aunque le habría dado vergüenza confesarlo-era que alguien le tuviese lástima como se le tiene lástima a un niño enfermo. Quería que le acariciaran, que le besaran, que lloraran por él, como se acaricia y consuela a los niños.

?nsano?lunun al??amayaca?? ko?ul yoktur, hele de çevresindeki herkesin ayn? ko?ullarda ya?ad???n? görüyorsa.

the mere fact of the death of a near acquaintance aroused, as usual, in all who heard of it the complacent feeling that, "it is he who is dead and not I.

When I saw the head part from the body and how they thumped separately into the box, I understood, not with my mind but with my whole being, that no theory of the reasonableness of our present progress could justify this deed; and that though everybody from the creation of the world had held it to be necessary, on whatever theory, I knew it to be unnecessary and bad; and therefore the arbiter of what is good and evil is not what people say and do, nor is it progress, but it is my heart and I.

the assertion that you live in a lie while I live in the truth is the most cruel thing one person can say to another...

La razón no ha descubierto que se amase al prójimo, porque eso no es razonable. Constantino Levin

We don't love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we have done them.

si Eugène Irténieff était un malade psychique, alors tous les hommes le sont également, et parmi eux les plus malades sont ceux qui voient les indices de la folie chez les autres et ne les voient point en eux-mêmes.

Ma come si può vivere solo per se stessi?" domandò Pierre accalorandosi. "E tuo figlio, tua sorella, tuo padre?" "Ma loro sono pur sempre me stesso, loro non sono gli altri," rispose il principe Andrej. "Gli altri, invece, le prochain, come lo chiami tu, come lo chiama la principessina Mar'ja, sono la fonte principale dell'errore e del male.

How can one be well when one suffers morally? Is it possible to remain at ease in our time, if one has any feeling?

How sweet he is!" said Countess Marya, looking at the baby and playing with him. "This is what I don't understand, Nicolas," she turned to her husband. "How is it you don't understand the charm of these charming little miracles?" "I just don't, I can't," said Nikolai, looking at the baby with a cold gaze. "A piece of meat.

Compassion, love of our brothers, for those who love us and for those who hate us, love of our enemies; yes, that love which God preached on earth and which Princess Mary taught me and I did not understand—that is what made me sorry to part with life, that is what remained for me had I lived. But now it is too late. I know it!

And suddenly it grew clear to him that what had been oppressing him and would not leave him was all dropping away at once from two sides, from ten sides, and from all sides. He was sorry for them, he must act so as not to hurt them: release them and free himself from these sufferings. 'How good and how simple!' he thought. 'And the pain?' he asked himself. 'What has become of it? Where are you, pain?' He turned his attention to it. 'Yes, here it is. Well, what of it? Let the pain be

Like a wounded animal at bay watching the dogs and the hunt close in, Natasha looked from one to the other.