Quotes About Empathy

Half a year—maybe." "Something like that." Rita did not look away. Part of her job was to help people look at what was coming. Dying could be lonely. A nurse was often an easier person to talk to than family. She held his gaze with hers.

We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, the weight and the dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the colour of grief is common to us all. 'I know,' he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

but he is a man, hence cannot see how tiresome it is to have explained at length what one has already fully understood. My

What is it that allows human beings to see through each other's pretendings? For I understood quite clearly in that moment that she was anxious. Perhaps emotions have a smell or taste; perhaps we transmit them unknowingly by vibrations in the air. Whatever the means, I knew just as surely that it was nothing about me in particular that alarmed her, but only the fact that I had come and was a stranger.

Oh, my poor child." I felt the touch of Miss Winter's hand on my shoulder, and while I cried over the corpses of my broken words, her hand remained there, lightly.

What is it that allows human beings to see through each other's pretendings? For I understood quite clearly in that moment that she was anxious. Perhaps emotions have a smell or a taste; perhaps we transmit them unknowingly by vibrations in the air. Whatever the means, I knew just as surely that it was nothing about me in particular that alarmed her, but only the fact that I had come and was a stranger.

He knows what reading is. How it takes you.

Aurelius Alphonse Love.

We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. "I know," he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

The storyteller gave me a sideways look. Miss Lea, it doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story. They come and go, and when they're gone, they're gone for good. That is all there is to it.

There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as they say, read them like a book.

Don't you think one can tell the truth much better with a story?

I'm sorry," I heard her say. "One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.

No conviene encariñarse con los personajes secundarios. No es su historia. Vienen, se van, y una vez que se han ido ya no vuelven. Eso es todo.

regretted that he had to comfort me for his own loss.

He didn't know, of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, the weight and the dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the colour of grief is common to us all. 'I know,' he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

Though children are capable of great cruelty. Only we do not like to think it of them.

Armstrong] had found the line that separated humans from the animal kingdom to be a porous one, and all the things that people though unique to them--intelligence, kindness, communication--he had seen in his pigs, his horse, even the rooks that hopped ad strutted amongst his cows. And then there was this: the methods he used on animals generally bore fruit when applied to people too. He could usually win them round in the end.

Lo lamento -le oí decir-. Nos acostumbramos tanto a nuestros propios horrores que olvidamos el efecto que pueden tener en otras personas.

Never mind your intentions. Communication is about what others hear with your words.

To be a leader, you must first be a team player, and you must care for the men you lead.

You can get into trouble really fast because it's often not what you say or mean, it's what they hear and understand. And be careful not to take offense when they mean no offense.

Because I'm a civil rights activist, I am also an animal rights activist. Animals and humans suffer and die alike. Violence causes the same pain, the same spilling of blood, the same stench of death, the same arrogant, cruel and vicious taking of life. We shouldn't be a part of it

How can the intensity of this shame be understood by those who have never experienced it? How can they understand the strength of the motivations produced by the desire to escape from it?