Quotes About Empathy

A tragédia se tornou difusa e universalizada.

Callie rises up inside me, wearing my skin like a loose robe. She sticks her little hands into the baggy sleeves of my arms. She inserts her chimp's feet through the trousers of my legs. On the sidewalk I'll feel her girlish walk take over, and the movement brings back a kind of emotion, a desolate and gossipy sympathy for the girls I see coming home from school.

We were happy when Joe the Retard showed up. He arrived on his mother's arm, wearing his baggy Bermuda shorts and his blue baseball cap, and as usual he was grinning with the face he shared with every other mongoloid.

obviously, dr, she said, you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.

Just someone who knows, from personal experience, how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them.

plate, nor did Mrs. Bates, who had once wept when we set

Certain "advanced" girls understood. Others, like me, thought: knife wound, bear attack.

We went outside with our hair wet in the hopes of catching flu ourselves so that we might share their delirium.

she and the girls read secret signs of misery in cloud formations, that despite the discrepancy in their ages something timeless communicated itself between them

The first commandment of getting and keeping customers is to treat each customer as you would treat yourself.

Having OCD has made me a more intense, sensitive, and compassionate human being. I have been humbled by my disorder. It has built character even while tearing at my soul, my heart, and my self-esteem. It has enabled me to fight harder, to strive for the good and the truth inside me. It has made me less critical and judgmental of others who suffer in their lives.

that leaders inspire trust, be authentic, tell the truth, serve others (particularly those who work for and with them), be modest and self-effacing, exhibit empathic understanding and emotional intelligence, and other similar seemingly sensible nostrums.

No, it's not a 'corpse thing.' I feel I lack the emotional capacity to deal with those in mourning...

Or how about when a person publishes something along the lines of, "This has been the worst day EVAH," but then gets all closed-lipped about why it's been so bad. This is attention-seeking at its worst.

Shout long enough in capital letters and, eventually, people start to tune you out.

If we don't want to self-destruct as a nation, black lives and blue lives mattering can't be a binary choice.

That's because unsolicited advice can be the match to the accelerant when all the other person needs is a hug.

In marriage, and, truly, in life, someone must have the last word. Think about it; how often is the last word the hill on which we'll die? We've all had times in our lives when the conflict's finally been resolved and everyone's about to retreat to a neutral corner and then someone can't help themselves, saying one more thing, and then, bam! World War III. The last word sets the stage for whatever comes next.

All of us are in an ever-escalating arms race for who can be the most considerate.

the more one Bes, Gives, and Gets, the more it perpetuates itself into happiness.

Dear friends are throwing away their long-standing, deeply satisfying relationships in the current political climate, tired of seeing opposing posts, each too swept up in the movement to remember that there's someone they love on the other side.

My concern is that one can only be outraged for so long before becoming numb. Hate is not an effective long-term solution.

Rhetoric won't bring us a casserole after our knee surgery. Philosophy won't cheer us on as we make the case for a promotion. A viewpoint won't take us out to get sloppy drunk when we've been dumped.

What other people think about you has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.