Quotes About Empathy

?çine kapan?k olmas?n? sadece a?k ortadan kald?rabilirdi. O zaman aralar?ndaki a?k de?il miydi?

Transformation does not happen by learning new information. It happens when you change how you view and react to other people, events and things around you.

celebrate such meals as this with prisoners and others and not for them.

Cry out for justice in the name of those who suffer injustice.

She reaches out her hand, plucks the boy's beating heart, and, weeping, eats it.

But tonight I finally made the connection that change always strolled hand in hand with loss, with upheaval, and that I would always feel it keenly because in the end, I did not live under the same sky as most other people. (p179)

Looking at the shell of a young life, she always felt a stab in the heart. And in this job, grief didn't lurk—it swarmed. She now tried to dodge the creeping pain and analyze the scene with fresh eyes.

Just because someone isn't at their best doesn't mean you write them off forever" -Pen

Why would I hate you?" "Because I was being, as Oscar made a point of telling me later, the most unlikable version of myself

It was lonely being mad at people.

Maybe he's lonely, she said, and I just looked at her wondering if she expected me to open a Home for the Socially Challenged or what. Then she started giggling and I had the feeling we were thinking the same thing, namely, some people are lonely for all the right reasons.

I will not always be happy, but perhaps, if I'm lucky, I will be spared the agony of adding pain to the world.

It might go down better than appearing as a giant reptile encased in a ball of fire and forcing yourself on her.' 'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?

So much of translating, Gil once told me, takes place in an imaginary space where the writer and the translator come together. It is not necessary to sympathize with the writer, to agree with what he's written. But it is necessary to walk alongside and stay in step. It's harder, he says, when the other person has a bad limp or stops and starts all the time or moves erratically. It is hardest of all when the story comes from a place the translator himself can't go.

When you read a book, the neurons in your brain fire overtime, deciding what the characters are wearing, how they're standing, and what it feels like the first time they kiss. No one shows you. The words make suggestions. Your brain paints the pictures.

It might cause considerable surprise to the informed observer (who does not exist) to note that Mr B's eyes begin to fill with tears. They overflow and spill down along the deep soft creases of his careworn face as he sits very still in the centre of the unstill world and weeps rivers of salty water for all the lost souls, including his own.

La idea de no tener una lengua materna me preocupa. ¿Es como sentirte un nómada dentro de tu propia cabeza? no me puedo imaginar no tener palabras en las que refugiarme. Ser huérfana de lengua.

I was touched that he has considered the fact that there would be two of us, and prepared for it - concrete evidence that I had entered his consciousness at a time when I was not standing in front of him. A thrilling discovery - like seeing a chimp make tools.

Egyúttal azon töprengtem, hogy lehet egy másik embert jobban szeretni, mint önmagadat. Amikor már nem az izgat, hogy egy háború közepébe csöppentél, és lehet, hogy meg fogsz halni, hanem az, hogy az a másik életben maradjon.

He would like to be held in the arms of this clear-eyed, clear-voiced girl, who seems to be the only creature among all of his acquaintances who cares for something beside self-glorification and the gratification of her own desires.

Gil me ha dicho que para traducir bien tienes que ser un camaleón, ponerte en la piel de otra persona, meterte en tu cabeza. He visto esa transformación en él; da la sensación de que sus rasgos, y a veces su personalidad, cambian con cada voz que adopta, con cada libro.

There were times when everybody in the house has the flu. You're cleaning up vomit and it's 2 in the morning, and you're wishing there was somebody else there to help you.

She recognized that that is how friendships begin: one person reveals a moment of strangeness, and the other person decides just to listen and not exploit it.

We're talking about the novel, right? But maybe we're not. We're talking about ourselves. And I guess that's what can start to happen when you talk about a book.