Quotes About Empathy

A mother's hardest to forgive. Life is the fruit she longs to hand you Ripe on a plate. And while you live, Relentlessly she understands you.

Gossip isn't scandal and its not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same

Last of all, I take the lard bread from my pocket and feed it to Shiloh in little pieces, letting him lick my fingers after every bite. I wrap my arms around him, pat him, run my hands over his ears, even kiss his nose. I tell him about a million times I love him as much as I love my ma. The

Don't know if a dog - or a man, either - ever gets to the place where he can forget as well as forgive, but enough miracles have come my way lately to make me think that this could happen, too.

He slowly unfolded it, cleared his throat, scratched his head, and said, "Would you rather go to the dentist or throw up?" Good grief , thought Caroline, as the minutes ticked by. How was he supposed to be her for a day if he didn't ask any better questions than that?

lie don't seem a lie anymore when it's meant to save a dog, and right and wrong's all mixed up in my head.

All that was left of you was this sock, Peter went on in a small voice. Wally decided that if their family ever became poor, they could send Peter out to beg on street corners, because he obviously could wring your heart.

Peter was leaning his elbows on the end of the table, a piece of bread smeared with peanut butter in his hands, chewing wide eyed with his mouth open. Wally tried not to look. Whenever Wally was really hungry at school and didn't think he could hold out until noon, he thought about the way half-chewed bread and peanut butter looked in Peter's mouth, and he wasn't hungry anymore.

We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.

Perhaps the greatest danger of our global community is that the person in LA thinks he knows Cambodia because he's seen The Killing Fields on-screen, and the newcomer from Cambodia thinks he knows LA because he's seen City of Angels on video.

So it is that Lonely Places attract as many lonely people as they produce, and the loneliness we see in them is partly in ourselves.

Was it only through another that I could begin to get at myself?

There is almost a sensual longing for communion with others who have a large vision.

It is possible to differ politically, socially, religiously, or in many other ways, yet to be friends.

Periodically Willis's mother would snatch her family's own food off the table and take it round to neighbours, replying to her son's protests: "Stop whining! You're hungry. They're starving!"84

Be the person your dog thinks you are.

Each one of us has within him a whole world of things, each man of us his own special world. And how can we ever come to an understanding if I put in the words I utter the sense and value of things as I see them; while you who listen to me must inevitably translate them according to the conception of things each one of you has within himself. We think we understand each other, but we never really do.

It is the task of the enlightened not only to ascend to learning and to see the good but to be willing to descend again to those prisoners and to share their troubles and their honors, whether they are worth having or not. And this they must do, even with the prospect of death.

All learning has an emotional base.

Be kind, because everyone is having a really hard time.

Always be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle.

Friends have all things in common.

Caring about the happiness of others, we find our own.

The perfect state is one where men weep and rejoice over the same things.