Quotes About Empathy

O possível passional significa pouco para mim, enquanto que me resta contudo, atrevo-me a crer, o poder de sentir-me ligado aos seres humanos com os quais viverei.

No entanto, por menos que diga, eu os irrito e eles me irritam

I prefer painting people's eyes to cathedrals, for there is something in the eyes that is not in the cathedral, however solemn and imposing the latter may be — a human soul, be it that of a poor beggar or of a street walker, is more interesting to me.

quanto mais eu reflito, mais eu sinto que não há nada de mais realmente artístico que amar as pessoas.

Mas o que me toca, assim como certos romancistas de nossa época, é que as vozes dessas pessoas, que no caso de Shakespeare nos chegam de uma distância de vários séculos, não nos pareçam desconhecidas. É tão vivo que acreditamos conhecê-las e vê-las.

que você encontre em seu amor pelas pessoas motivo não só para trabalhar mas com que se consolar e reerguer-se, quando necessário

E, com um pouco mais de sinceridade, tornaríamos a vida mais fácil para todos.

Meu caro irmão, talvez o melhor seja zombar de nossas pequenas misérias e também um pouco das grandes misérias da vida humana.

Ao chegar aqui eu esperava arranjar apreciadores, mas até agora não me aproximei um só centímetro do coração das pessoas.

It's true I'm sitting here lonely, but whilst I am sitting here in silence, my work perhaps speaks to my friend, and whoever sees it will not suspect me of being heartless.

There was a time when I loved Vincent a lot and he was my best friend but that is over now. It seems to be even worse from his side, for he never loses an opportunity to show me that he despises me and that I revolt him. That makes the situation at home almost unbearable.

Theo, I am a man with faults and errors and passions, but I don't think I ever tried to deprive anyone of his bread or his friends. I have sometimes fought people with words, but attempting a man's life because of a difference of opinion is not the work of an honest man - at least, these are not honest weapons.

Today, Friday, I went there but could not see him. The intern and the attendant told me that after my wife left, he had had a terrible attack; he had a very bad night, and they had to put him in an isolated room. Since he has been locked in this room, he has eaten no food and utterly refused to talk. That is the exact state of your brother at present.

Rappard said to me, "A human being is not a lump of peat, since a human being cannot bear being flung into a loft to be forgotten there." And he pointed out that he considered it a great misfortune for me not to be able to live at home. Do please give that some thought.

Accustoming oneself to poverty, seeing how a soldier or a labourer lives and thrives in wind and weather, with ordinary people's fare and dwelling, is just as practical as earning a few guilders more a week. After all, one is not in the world for one's own comfort, and one does not need to be better off than one's neighbour.

An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwanderer, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.

If I can manage to paint the coloring of my own head, which is not to be done without some difficulty, I shall likewise be able to paint the heads of other good souls

You see I am not stronger than other people in that if I neglected myself too much, it would be the same with me as with so many painters (so very many if one thinks it over), I should drop dead, or worse still - become insane or an idiot.

And one would almost conclude that some people have cauterized certain sensitive nerves within themselves - especially those which, combined, are called conscience. Well, I pity them - in my opinion they travel through life without a compass. One might suppose that the love for humanity which is the foundation of everything should be in every human being.

Ludilo je spasonosno, jer ?ovek možda postaje manje isklju?iv.

Ah, if only I could bring home to you how much more satisfaction you yourself might find, how much more you would be a friend to me if, instead of that frigid and unkind slighting and keeping me at a distance (only think of last summer, and the preceding summers!), you could at long last gain the conviction that this is not the right way.

You are kind to painters, and I tell you, the more I think it over, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people. You will say that then it would be a good thing to do without art and artists.

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say 'he feels deeply, he feels tenderly' .