Quotes About Empathy

Humans know everything, not just how to take car rides or where to find bacon but also when dogs are good or bad and where dogs should sleep and what toys they should play with.

We both knew what was happening now, and we were both grateful for it. Of all the wonderful things that humans do for dogs, this was one of the best—helping us when we are in the sort of pain that can only be eased with death.

Clarity was looking down and seemed unhappy, so I put my paws on her chest and tried to lick her face. In my experience, being licked by a dog can cheer up just about anybody.

W. Bruce Cameron

My dog back home, Molly…" CJ said to me, and her voice trailed off. She sighed. "I needed Molly so much, Max. I was younger when I got her, and stuff at home … it wasn't so great. But you—it's different with you. You need me. I just wish Jillian could see that!

Sometimes people can't be cheered up, no matter how much attention they get from a dog.

Unbidden, the sadness I'd felt from Senora washed through me, and I wanted to squirm up to her and lick her palms and make her happy again. Of all the things I'd ever done, making Senora laugh seemed the most important. It was, I reflected, the only thing that gave my life any purpose.

Grandma laughed dryly. "I think we old people sometimes forget that childhood isn't all fun and games. You're coping with a lot of things right now. But hurting other people because inside you're hurting yourself is no solution to anything. I don't think you are a bad person at heart, Grant. But if you feel that impulse again you can't act on it. It doesn't matter how righteous you are if you let yourself do awful things.

Hey, there, little fella!" he called. I looked at him uncertainly. What kind of a person was this? What would those hands be like? Would they push me aside, like the first man I had known? Or would they be patient and gentle? "You lost, fella? You lost?" I wasn't sure about the hands yet, but the voice was kind. And he was talking right to me. The first man had never done that. And he'd never kneeled down so that he was close to my level, either.

No hay perros malos, Bobby. Solo hay personas malas. Estos solo necesitan amor.

The concern coming off both Kimo and Marco was raw and sharp, I knew that if I weren't in the crate could put my head in their laps and they would be comforted. A person will always feel better with a dog's head in their lap.

My stomach was pretending to be a dog, growling at me from within. If it were a dog I would snarl back—I was doing the best I could!

Olivia put a concerned hand on his shoulder and he shook his head at her. "No, it's okay. Just a little winded.

Bad dog, Bailey," the boy said crossly. I was astounded. Bad dog? Me? They had accidentally locked me in the garage and forgotten about me and left me there all day, but I was willing to forgive them. Why were they scowling like that and shaking their fingers at me?

It's wonderful, what you do," she said to Jennifer as she stood by the gate to the yard, with Che on a leash beside her. "I think if I tried to foster dogs I'd wind up keeping all of them.

Decidí que, como perro, esa era mi razón en la vida: consolar al chico siempre que él lo necesitara.

That's what's so wonderful about dogs," her mother said. The car stopped, and Patsy reached an arm back to stroke my head. "His allergies were awful, but he doesn't hold any kind of a grudge, does he? He's trying to tell you not to feel bad. He's forgiven us already. Wouldn't the world be a better place if people forgave each other as easily as dogs do?

Anyone who hates children and dogs can't be all bad.

One of the best ways to inspire another person to desirable action is to relate a true story that appeals to his emotions.

Be generous. Give to those you love; give to those who love you, give to the fortunate, give to the unfortunate — yes, give especially to those you don't want to give. You will receive abundance for your giving. The more you give, the more you will have.

For any mental or physical pain or suffering, regardless of how severe it might be, can in great part be neutralized by the satisfaction and joy of trying to help others. And that's worth living for.

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that.

I venture to maintain that there are multitudes to whom the necessity of discharging the duties of a butcher would be so inexpressibly painful and revolting, that if they could obtain a flesh diet on no other condition, they would relinquish it forever.

All pity is self-pity.