Quotes About Empathy

A good friend once said, "If you break your arm, people rush to bring you flowers, food, and sympathy, but if your mind breaks even just a little, people run away, frightened and dismayed.

Perhaps in every close friendship there is an element of, if not competition, then comparison. Perhaps that is one of the things that makes a friend belong especially to us. Somehow, in the secrecy of our hearts, a scale must balance.

It's funny, but if I had to say whom I'm closer to, who knows me better, I'd have a hard time choosing between my husband and my best friend.

The only forgiveness I can muster is to call him human. 

It is absolutely okay with me if you need to keep some secrets. I've been thinking about this and I decided that a best friend is someone who, when they don't understand, they still understand.

As long as I live, when you need help, you will never need to beg anyone to notice. I won't just hang around thinking I ought to do something to help. I will act.

We have no need to learn to think much of ourselves, to care for ourselves, to consider our own needs, wants, and desires. We already do that far too much. The problem is getting us to think of others, to have a lowliness of mind that springs from humility and love.

Peter) If you don't share the lows, it seems you might stop sharing the highs as well.

My duty is to fill my time on earth with as much life as possible, to become a little more human every day, and to understand that we only become human when we love.

We understood, intuitively, that no one in this awful place could be judged by the standards of the ordinary world.

My duty is to fill my time on earth with as much life as possible, to become a little more human every day, and to understand that we only become human when we love. I

The people of the world, all of them, whether it is the different race or the different language or the different lifestyle, tend to only think about what we cannot share. But our brains are all the same. We are the same people. With everyone's strength, we can all share the same feelings. That much is obvious. But it won't come easily.

You can't solve anyone else's life for them. But then, if you see someone struggling with a heavy load, isn't it forbidden to walk on without helping them?

There are no shortcuts. Not to understanding and not to knowledge. You can't put anyone into a box. Listen, even a stone isn't the same as any other stone, so I don't know where you all think you get off labeling humans with simple words and thinking you know everything you need. But most people can't live that way, even some of the time.

You can't be the one that hurts and the one that comforts.

And do you do the same now, with other children? With the children in your care?" But Mrs. Montgomery-Taylor, now Mrs. Williams, has always been shrewd, even in her madness. "All children need different kinds of love," she says. "We do what's needed to care for them." Children are born so small. It does not matter if they are boys or girls. They are all born so weak and so powerless.

You would see good in the face of Satan himself if he arrived at your door with a pitiful story and a hungry belly." "And would I be wrong to do so? If Satan needed feeding?

He could not hope to discover, let alone understand, what thoughts moved her as she sat holding his hand to her cheek. He was alone, in the smallness of the room, in the space within him. And yet they were both together, alone. He understood, as if the knowledge had been waiting for him in this windowless chamber. That was, at bottom, what it amounted to. To be alone, together.

There was a time when Esti thought that Ronit's face contained the world, but now, well, it's just a face. She's grateful for that, grateful for the change, because it's not good to see the world in a face that doesn't belong to you, that's always turning away from you.

Nothing worse has happened to him than to anyone. There is no reason for him to be afraid, no more reason than any other man.

People are allowed to be weak.

Treat your child with reverence and you need no parenting manuals.

Yet, kindness always pays back because giving is the payback.

kurou, which could be translated to "suffering." But the English word seemed to skim the surface, whereas kurou went deeper. It referred to a guttural moaning, a piercing pain throughout your bones.