Quotes About Empathy

Overse added, "Just remember you're not alone here." I never know what to say to that. I am actually alone in my head, and that's where 90 plus percent of my problems are.

Che avrei dovuto fare? Ammazzare tutti gli umani perché quelli che erano a capo della sezione costrutti della compa- gnia erano dei senza cuore? Certo, le persone immaginarie del canale d'intrattenimento mi piacevano molto di più di quelle reali, ma non si poteva avere le une senza le altre.

Bad things are always going to happen in life. People will hurt you. But you can't use that as an excuse to fail or to hurt someone back. You only hurt yourself.

You fail because you are human.

Judging a man is easy. Compassion is hard.

People so rarely talked about themselves accurately. They either made too much or too little out of everything. It seemed to Rose that you got to know people much more thoroughly by hearing what they thought and what they did, and then extrapolating the rest as a kind of interesting, intellectual puzzle. All you had to do was listen to the vehemence and passion with which a person talked about things other than himself or herself, and there the person was.

Grannie Jane raised an eyebrow. "A word of advice, Agatha dear, as you go forward into the world. Remember at all times with whom you are speaking and how your words may be interpreted by those hearing them.

For introverts who have a high level of internal activity, anything coming from the outside raises their intensity level index quickly. It's kind of like being tickled—the sensation goes from feeling good and fun to "too much" and uncomfortable in a split second.

If nature intended us to talk more than listen, she would have given us two mouths and one ear. —ANONYMOUS

Feelings are everywhere—be gentle. —J. Masai

To understand the ravings of a madman, one must have raved himself, but without having lost the awareness of one's madness,

You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full contact -- all that?

You use a different part of your heart with girls.

It seems to me that you need a lot of courage, or a lot of something, to enter into others, into other people. We all think that everyone else lives in fortresses, in fastnesses: behind moats, behind sheer walls studded with spikes and broken glass. But in fact we inhabit much punier structures. We are, as it turns out, all jerry-built. Or not even. You can just stick your head under the flap of the tent and crawl right in. If you get the okay.

Love is blind; but it makes you see the blind man; teetering on the roadside . . .

You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full *contact* - all that?

No one is too far away to be cared for, or to care.

An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language.

Dialogic is not to be identified with love. But love without dialogic, without real outgoing to the other, reaching to the other, the love remaining with itself - this is called Lucifer.

When I was young, I admired people who were clever. Now that I am old, I admire people who are kind.

I do, indeed, close my door at times and surrender myself to a book, but only because I can open the door again and see a human face looking at me

If a man wishes to guide the people in his house the right way, he must not grow angry at them. For anger does not only make one's soul impure; it transfers impurity to the souls of those with whom one is angry.

When we encounter another individual truly as a person, not as an object for use, we become fully human

We say 'far away'; the Zulu has for that a word which means, in our sentence form, 'There where someone cries out: "Oh mother, I am lost." ' The Fuegian soars above our analytic wisdom with a seven-syllabled word whose precise meaning is, 'They stare at one another, each waiting for the other to volunteer to do what both wish, but are not able to do.