Quotes About Empathy

Don't be afraid to ask other people how they would answer an upsetting thought if you can't figure out the appropriate rational response on your own.

Nobody will press your buttons or reflect your asshole to you better than your woman. She will point out your weaknesses better than a boot camp drill sergeant.

Instant enlightenment is to give all your happiness away to others.

Only when the front of your body is relaxed and opened, your breath full and deep, and your gaze unguarded and directly connected with another person's eyes, can your fullest intelligence manifest spontaneously in the situation.

Knowing or feeling the deep openness who you are is fairly easy; living as this openness, and serving all others to live as this love, in every moment through all appearances, is where the art is.

Unadorned suffering is the bedmate of masculine growth. Only by staying intimate with your personal suffering can you feel through it to its source.

If necessary, a man should live with a hurting heart rather than a closed one.

Whenever you notice that you are mulling over your own problems, knotting energy into your body as tension, take that energy and create a gift for others.

If you are like most men, however, you probably end up feeling burdened by your woman's mood. You feel your woman is a pain in the ass. You wish your woman would leave you alone and take care of herself. Eventually you feel worn down, or frustrated. You end up simply tolerating your woman's moods, while resentment builds inside of you. You wonder, what's her problem? Why can't she just be happy?

You are the only one who can decide what is important to you in your relationship.

Feel through your woman and the world, and die in the giving of your gift.

if you can bring her depth when she is superficial

If your purpose is to liberate yourself and others into love and freedom, then you should do whatever magnifies the love and freedom in your life and in the lives of those whom your actions affect.

Isn't it easier to forgive than to hate? Until we learn how to forgive, that sort of thing is going to keep on happening. He pointed at the tall pillars of smoke rising to the north. Hate is a sterile thing, Belgarion.

You're going to stay here and help Daran in every way you can. Don't let him sink into melancholia the way his father has...Now, pull yourself together. Blow your nose and fix your face. Daran's talking to the Rivan Warder right now. I'll take you to where they are, and then I have to leave. You're not even going to stay for the funeral? I've got the funeral in my heart, Pol, the same as you have. No amount of ceremony's going to make it go away. Now go fix your face. You look awful.

His outburst that morning had been directed almost more at himself than at Aunt Pol. He had called her a monster, but it was the monster within himself he hated. The dreadful catalogue of what she had suffered over uncounted years for him and the passion with which she had spoken – evidence of the pain his words had caused her – twisted searingly in his mind. He was ashamed, so ashamed that he could not even bear to look into the faces of his friends.

Because they were both young, she was intolerant and he was stubborn.

Everyone's lonely, dear," she explained, drawing him close to her. "We touch other people only briefly, then we're alone again. You'll get used to it in time.

He could lose himself in a story, and for a little while it might make things bearable.

Remember, a great tale isn't just about you.  Ultimately, the reader should close your book and feel that a connection has been made, to realize with wonder and delight that "This story is about me.

Cuando hablamos de habilidades blandas, hablamos de capacidad de comunicación, de escucha, de regulación emocional, de empatía, de trabajo en equipo, de manejo de conflictos, entre otras.

There's a kind of Ah-ha! Somebody at least for a moment feels about something or sees something the way that I do. It doesn't happen all the time. It's these brief flashes or flames, but I get that sometimes. I feel unalone—intellectually, emotionally, spiritually. I feel human and unalone and that I'm in a deep, significant conversation with another consciousness in fiction and poetry in a way that I don't with other art.

We all suffer alone in the real world. True empathy's impossible. But if a piece of fiction can alow us imaginatively to identify with a character's pain, we might then also more easily conceive of others identifying with their own. This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside. It might just be that simple.

I'd tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear