Quotes About Empathy

For a woman, there is nothing more erotic than being understood.

Women couldn't identify with her and didn't support her.

Now, shut up, old boy,' the Captain said kindly, as he put down his leather-covered malacca stick.

I just realized, baby, right now, thinking of how I could take this pain away from you, I just realized that you have to feel it. You gotta make your way through all the bad stuff to get to the good.

Show me something you never show anyone. Give me a piece of your soul, because I just showed you mine and because I need to fucking live on something and I have nothing. Give me something I can live on. For a minute. That's all I want.

Tevis being childless meant you felt a little sorry for her, and a bit jealous. Probably the same way she felt about you.

When life sucks, throw yourself into art.

it takes two people to cut you to the heart: an enemy to slander you and a friend to tell you what the enemy said.

All this I told Juniper, and she listened in the quiet, dispassionate way she had when you told her something truly terrible. It was as if she was joining things together in her mind, making some act of love and healing where otherwise all was violence and despair.

Perhaps you will tell us now what a Doran is." "it is someone who loves all the creatures of the world, the animals, birds, plants, trees, and people, and who cannot bear to do any of them harm. It is someone who believes that they are all linked together and that therefore everything can be used to heal the pain and suffering of the world. It is someone who does not hate anybody and who is not frightened of anyone or anything.

She was right about one thing - I did need a caring, responsible adult around. If I could have cried on the shoulder of someone I trusted, I never would have stopped. Where were all the adults?

That night, my heart softened around Wills's autism. Clearly, Katherine had been right. I couldn't isolate him. As painful as it was to watch him paralyzed with fright, I knew that he was happier when he tried. Not showing up was admitting defeat. Admitting that he couldn't do it. Admitting that the autism was bigger than him.

These bruised people shored me up, and I wanted them near me, not because misery loved company but because the business of human striving felt common to us all. In this was the presence of God.

Ni la Pensée de l'Autre, ni la Pensée de la Différence ne devraient être possibles pour nous, parce que "rien de ce qui est humain ne m'est étranger".

It's not salvation that I have to offer - but something more like hot soup.

No being has the right to say to another, "Do this, or I will hurt you".

called Xenophone

You're just as shitty as we are

No act of kindness is too small to be worth doing, it might mean nothing to you but it can mean the world to another.

Books are like friends you can never put them down no matter how much you hate it...

But I can say that life is good to me. Has been and is good. So I think my task is to be good to it. So how do you be good to life? You live it.

Laugh and the world laughs with you; weep and you weep alone.

As soon as you concern yourself with the "good" and "bad" of your fellows, you create an opening in your heart for maliciousness to enter.

In good training, we generate light (wisdom) and heat (compassion)