Quotes About Empathy

We are all weak men. I am weak in ways that you are not. You are weak in a way that I am not. These are the thorns in the flesh that keep us both from becoming puffed up.

Objects being easier to destroy than human beings, it is necessary at times to turn human beings into objects.

The majority of men are subjective toward themselves and objective toward all others. Terribly objective sometimes. But the real task is, in fact, to be objective toward oneself and subjective toward all others.'

Charity does not batter down the gates of a wall in the name of love or in the name of a unity that does not yet exist.

Koristiti se drugim ljudskim bi?em kao objektom,?ak i u privatnosti vlastitih misli,zna?i poniziti bi?e te osobe. To zna?i dehumanizirati i samoga sebe i drugoga.

Go on. Go on", urged Billy in a soft voice. His eyes were large. He drew up his knees under the covers.

For the first time in his life he understood that he was like all men, and all were like him. They too were called to love, and they too feared love. Germans, Russians, and Poles, Gentiles and Jews, good men and bad, rich and poor—all clinging to their weapons of defense, all dwelling in terror of absolute nakedness.

But returning to our subject", David continued with a smile. "For me, the way to reduce misinterpretation when speaking with another person is to keep before the eyes of my heart a reverence for the mystery within him, his unknown mission, his identity hidden in the mind of the Most High.

I began to find it more important to forgive my enemy on the day I found out that I am my enemy.

To love mankind merely in the abstract", he once said, "is one face of a single coin, and on its other side is hatred of mankind in the abstract. To love in truth is to serve the suffering person before you, and to do what you can to assist him.

Man projects his wounds upon the world, my friend. He judges everything

It was the kind of smile that seemed to exclude no one, without becoming abstract philanthropy.

He knew that in a sense he was a word, as Ruth had been a word to this woman by simply being herself. A word of presence—I am with you. I feel your suffering. I hear your cries beneath your smiling face and your statements so calculated to shock. I grieve with you, and I grieve in your place, as you will not allow yourself to grieve, because you think there is nothing beyond grief.

Are we just looking for a sympathetic ear to agree with us, or are we asking for people to speak the truth to us? I can remember many times being angry with someone because he spoke the truth to me. How about you?

If we are going to love, we will be able to love someone else even if we never get what we want.

As a Gurs inmate remarked to an American consul: "To you, we are just numbers. To us, you are the god who has the right to open the gates of the promised land or keep shut that door and condemn us to despair.

You found me at my lowest ebb, Burgess. I had descended into darkness. You have helped restore me. Words will never be able to embrace my gratitude.

There's something very beautiful and compelling about someone who has ambition and someone who knows what they want, but it can get a little frustrating at times, so I understand that. I have sympathy for that.

One might think one is loving God; the real test is whether it leads to a love of people

Once when he was slapping me back and forth, one hand holding my neck, the other whipping across my cheeks, I caught a glimpse of a picture of him on the mantel – ten years old in a Cub Scout uniform. He looked so proud; his grin was so sweet. Freckles, bright eyes, combed hair still wet. Adorable. I wanted to ask him; how did you grow up to be who you are? Who taught you to hit?

There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.

There were thousands and thousands of forms of joy in the world, but that all were essentially one and the same, namely, the joy of being able to love.

Those who still think that listening isn't an art should see if they can do it half as well.

Black bodies have been killed and progress has been stalled to provide white comfort.