Quotes About Empathy

There is something I want you to see. Something related to what I was saying about the propensity of human beings to prejudge others and then cling to that prejudice no matter how wrongheaded it may be."     The

Cobey had lost his patience and snapped at the dim-witted giant to shut his pie hole

The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

No victory, no conquest justified a single death, a man starved, frozen, lacerated, a single orphaned child. All war wanted was itself.

People have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love-the deepest kind of love.

It's hard for a man to stand and watch an old hound fight against such odds, especially if that man has memories in his heart like I had in mine. I had seen the time when an old hound like that had given his life so that I might life.

saw the hurt in his eyes. It made me feel like someone was squeezing water out of my heart.

About halfway up, far out on a limb, I found the ghost coon. As I started toward him, my dogs stopped bawling. I heard something I had heard many times. The sound was like the cry of a small baby. It was the cry of a ringtail coon when he knows it is the end of the trail. I never liked to hear this cry, but it was all in the game, the hunter and the hunted. As I sat there on the limb, looking at the old fellow, he cried again. Something came over me. I didn't want to kill him.

When I saw my little sister kneeling in the center of that snow-white circle, and that old crutch laying on the ground beside her, I forgot about ponies and .22s. I wanted my little sister to get that old leg of hers fixed up. I wanted that more than anything I had ever wanted in my life. That was going to be my wish. Once

as I sat there on the limb looking at the old fellow he cried again something came over me I dint want to kill him I hollered down at Rubin I don't kill want to kill the ghost coon.

laid his head in my hand. I almost cried at what I saw. His coat was dirty and mud-caked. His skin was

people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love—the deepest kind of love.

What is it in the human condition that tries to impose our own view onto others, without the ability, capacity, propensity, to receive somebody else's openly?

Più che d'intelligenza abbiamo bisogno di dolcezza e di bontà.

But questioning does not mean the end of loving, and loving does not mean the abnegation of intelligence

Before you can inspire with emotion, you must be swamped with it yourself. Before you can move their tears, your own must flow. To convince them, you must yourself, believe.

I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.

Spare the conquered and confront the proud.

Love is not a possession to hoard. You give it away. It's a blessing and a balm.

I suspect that for a good deal of the time you live in a sort of glass case, not knowing real enthusiasm or genuine emotion; or feeling them perhaps at second hand, feeling them sometimes because you think you ought to, not because you really do.

It is hopeless for older people to tell younger ones – particularly their own children – that they have been through the same thing. Such information is no use at all! It bounces off one's own grief – or jealousy or distress. If we are all born the same we are also all born unique – we all go through torments nobody else has ever had.

can't let other people's misery spoil our lives. We can't, for else there'd be no happiness for anyone ever again. We can't be all tied up one with another like that, or why did God make us separate? While we've got our happiness we must enjoy it, for who knows how long it will last?

Well then, try to keep an open mind be ready to learn about other things. Such as this, I suppose Such as trying not to have set ideas - other people's ideas - about love

These days I often have a struggle not to feel inferior to you, that is in your judgment of human beings.' 'I don't think I have any judgment, at least not to be proud of. But perhaps I am nearer the earth than you. Like Garrick, I can smell a friend.