Quotes About Empathy

You can have everything in life that you want if you just give enough other people what they want.

You never know when a moment and a few sincere words can have an impact on a life.

Give me your pain, love,' he said holding her against the steady beat of his heart. 'Let me take it for you.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.

There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

And I can't die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I'm a cracked plate.

It was funny if you looked at it right quick, but it got pitiful if you thought about it awhile.

When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for the others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to.

De wife she de eyes to de man's soul. How kin I see now, when I ain' gottee de eyes no mo'?

Light came to me when I realized that I did not have to consider any racial group as a whole. God made them duck by duck and that was the only way I could see them.

Maybe if she had known some other way to try, she might have made his face different. But what the other way could be, she had no idea.

Those who love us never leave us alone with our grief.

Put me down easy, Janie, Ah'm a cracked plate.

He has only heard what I felt.

Mouths don't empty themselves unless ears are sympathetic and knowing.

Pheoby's hungry listening helped Janie to tell her story.

A little war of defense for helpless things was going on inside her. People ought to have some regard for helpless things. She wanted to fight about it.

Those who love us never leave us alone with our grief. At the moment they show us our wound, they reveal they have the medicine. Barracoon: The Story of the Last "Black Cargo" is a perfect example of this.

Now, Pheoby, don't feel too mean wid de rest of 'em 'cause dey's parched up from not knowin' things.

For the first time she could see a man's head naked of its skull. Saw the cunning thoughts race in and out through the caves and promontories of his mind long before they darted out of the tunnel of his mouth. She saw he was hurting inside so she let it pass without talking.

Ah'm hard of understandin' at times.

Pheoby's hungry listening helped Janie to tell her story. So she went on thinking back to her young years and explaining them to her friend in soft, easy phrases while all around the house, the night time put on flesh and blackness.