Quotes About Empathy

One beautiful heart is better than thousand beautiful faces. So choose people having beautiful hearts rather than faces!

If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.

For you, in my respect, are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone When all the world is here to look on me?

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

One pain is lessened by another's anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

Give to a gracious message a host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell themselves when they be felt.

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Kneel not to me. The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you. Live, And deal with others better.

Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.

None can be called deformed but the unkind.

And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.

Now, good sir, what are you? EDGAR A most poor man made tame to fortune's blows, Who by the art of known and feeling sorrows Am pregnant to good pity.