Quotes About Empathy

Honest error is to be pitied not ridiculed.

He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass if he would ever reach heaven; for everyone has need to be forgiven.

Girls should be brought up to be comrades and helpers, not to be dolls. They should take a real and not a visionary share in the welfare of the nation.

I would want to be a very present mother. You know, something that I never had.

Hatred is the greatest cancer that we must squash.

but if you enjoy their company and respect their feelings, you'll be much more effective in your job

on the other hand the machine does not bleed, ache, hang for hours in the empty sky in a torment of hope to learn the fate of another machine, nor does it cry out with joy nor dance in the air with the fierce passion of a bird.

Playing the blame game is stupid and childish. Even if it is someone else's fault, the blame game is wasted time, effort, and energy that takes you somewhere that is not going to get you anywhere.

Profit at the expense of no one.

You are better, so be better. Be kinder and be bigger, instead of adding to and authoring more words of hate online. Message, market and respond in love. Consider staying away from messaging, marketing and responding in fear.

Your volume speaks volumes. Be aware of your dynamics, your tones as well as the loudness and softness of your voice on the phone and in person.

How come you got to start making the bed the minute your feet hit the floor? You need to lighten up, girl. Live a little!' Then she'd laugh, delighted with herself and at my inability to be angry with her.

contar historias es justamente esto: encontrar la conexión que logra reunir a los seres humanos más allá del tiempo y el espacio

todos somos trozos del mismo barro, pobres monos condenados a buscar placer, soportar dolor y tirar adelante

El buen Dios no debería dejar que se pueda joder a otro sin verle llorar, sin oír sus gritos, sin sentir su dolor y cargarlo en la memoria

Olivia had also told her that all these trembling aspen trees were connected, one big organism joined by a root network underground. If you cut a tree up on this ridge, the others down in that grove would know. She wondered if they would all feel the pain of an ax strike at once.

That's all everyone wants—to be loved. To belong. To be forgiven for their sins.

Why should we always "understand" our abuser, the villains, the mendacity of evil, the people who let

a "caregiver" might dislike the person to whom they are giving care, while a "carer" cares about the person, period.

This time he heard his sister clearly sniffling and blowing her nose. It sliced him. Lou, his capable, businesslike older sister, was crying.

After thirty years on the beat, she finds it harder to center herself these days. A human can take only so much depravity and senseless loss of life.

A human can take only so much depravity and senseless loss of life.

You might have compassion fatigue, letting everyone dump on you all day. I bet you need a break—everyone else's trauma is getting to you. There's only so much a person can take in.

You do not need to be defined by the darkness of your past. You deserve a good life, just like everyone deserves a good life. You have atoned. You have a right to feel worthy.