Quotes About Empathy

And the strange thing was: I knew that most people didn't see her as I did — if anything, found her a bit odd-looking with her off-kilter walk and her spooky redhead pallor. For whatever dumb reason I had always flattered myself that I was the only person in the world who really appreciated her— that she would be shocked and touched and maybe even come to view herself in a whole new light if she knew just how beautiful I found her.

Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only-if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn't it? And isn't the whole point of things-beautiful things-that they connect you to some larger beauty?

Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.

Argument need not be heated; it can be punctuated with courteous smiles - or sympathetic tears.

There are many respects in which America, if it can bring itself to act with the magnanimity and the empathy appropriate to its size and power, can be an intelligent example to the world.

Everyone believes there are horrible people doing horrible things; things we would never, ever do. But we do those same horrible things. There is no us and them. Only we.

You can leave a server a bad tip only when you've worked in a restaurant and know what it's like.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

Fear not because your prayer is stammering, your words feeble, and your language poor. Jesus can understand you.

Love should be the silver thread that runs through all your conduct. Kindness, gentleness, long suffering, forbearance, patience, sympathy, a willingness to enter into childish troubles, a readiness to take part in childish joys, - these are the cords by which a child may be led most easily, - these are the clues you must follow if you would find the way to his heart.

True charity never envies others when they prosper, nor rejoices in the calamities of others when they are in trouble.

There it was, Eve supposed. There was the answer to why people got tangled up with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.

Why are so many parsons like this? Must one excuse their defective sensibility towards their fellows because they are engrossed with God?

If a man is straight, there is no reason for him to feel threatened by a gay man.

A man knows what he likes, so sex with some men is like sex with a mind reader, someone who knows exactly how you like it.

I)f we are going to be kind, let it be out of simple generosity, not because we fear guilt or retribution.

I want to find a way of speaking to fellow human beings that will be cool rather than heated, philosophical rather than polemical, that will bring enlightenment rather than seeking to divide us into the righteous and the sinners, the saved and the damned, the sheep and the goats.

It's actually all right with God if you are nice to yourself! Rather than experiencing your anxiety or depression as an occasion for self-loathing and condemning yourself for being such a failure, you can experience it as an opportunity to soften your heart towards yourself. Seek to have an open heart toward yourself with gentleness. After all, we are all flawed and fragile! Your anxiety or depression is simply a part of common humanity.

First, it does not reach people who may be out of touch with their feelings.

3. Love and fault-finding never go together. The more you love, the less you judge.

Love is a telescope: hatred is a microscope.

I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there – stockbrokers and safecrackers, athletes and invalids, mothers and supermodels – but we were as one. We'd all been hurt by something, or somebody, and so we'd all come to Publicans, because misery loves company, but what it really craves is a crowd.

To show her how carefully I was listening, I would tell her story back to her, in my own words, and venture what I thought the meaning might be. She loved this.

Todas las mujeres que habían intentado hacer de mí un hombre habían logrado lo contrario. Por eso me costaba abordar a las mujeres. Me gustaban demasiado, y me parecía demasiado a ellas para demostrar con ellas una actitud depredadora.