Quotes About Empathy

To understand everything is to forgive.

I can feel sympathy for his loss and his pain without affecting who I am and my opposition to all that Viktor Kain is and stands for. When we lose our empathy for others and allow our enmity to spiral downward and twist into mindless hate, we are no better than the Viktor Kains of the world. Compassion is our strength, not our weakness." She paused. "And it is a treasure that is meant to be shared. Do you understand?

Without sorry, 'tis difficult to know the full threshold of joy.

To judge another is to sit on our Savior's throne. And not a one of us—be they white or black—has that power.

Chiron reminds us that only through recognising and accepting our inner wounds can we find true healing.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.

Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers.

He must care for her and show her affection.

Sometimes we must try to view the actions of those around us with forgiveness. We must realize that they are going on the only road they can see. Sometimes we cannot raise our chins and see eye to eye, so we must bow our heads and have faith in one another.

Sad thing when stories die for the lack of listenin' ears.

How often ... do we pass by a need, a life that could be changed with the smallest bit of effort? And it's not that we don't care but that we're driving so fast, all we see are the fence posts flashing by on the side of the highway? Maybe the first step in changing the world is in slowing down and looking through the fences.

Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others.

What we cannot change, we must endure without bitterness. Sometimes we must try to view the actions of those around us with forgiveness. We must realize that they are going on the only road they can see. Sometimes we cannot raise our chins and see eye to eye, so we must bow our heads and have faith in one another.

Maybe there came a point in life where you had to quit categorizing whole groups of people by a few bad experiences.

I always assume people's behaviors are a reaction to something I've done, not that they're just doing their thing.

I want a pain I understand instead of the one I don't.

Stories change people. History, real history, helps people understand each other, see each other from the inside out.

A good heart can't ever let the bad get in, Mama's voice whispers in my head. You got a good heart, Hannie. Don't let the bad get in you. Don't open the door to it, no matter how much it comes knockin' or how sweet it sounds askin'.

I was not alone in the human condition.

I've finally come to fully understand that you can't fix another person. You can't fix the past. You can only change your way of reacting to it.

I ponder how we can put a man on the moon, fly shuttles back and forth to outer space, send probes to Mars, and yet we can't traverse the boundaries in the human heart, fix what's wrong. How can things still be this way?

The wounds we cause, while unintentional, still bleed.

Who are you, really? The question penetrated, echoed, demanded an answer. It nipped at me in ways I wasn't prepared for, pinched in places I didn't like. Was I really so entrenched in the world I'd been raised in, so set in my ways that I couldn't look beyond the surface of another person and see a human being? Was I that shallow?

But ain't it always the way, Birdie, that the easiest faults to find in other people are the ones you got yourself?