Quotes About Empathy

I watch myself, like some stranger, rise and march right over to sit beside my old enemy, because you tell me your plan for her includes something nicer than a lonely life.

Best thing about friends: they know you inside and out. Worst thing about friends: They know you inside and out. My turtle shell is useless.

Joe shrugs off his hurt. "Knock, knock?" he says. "Not now, Joe." "Come on, man! Knock, knock." I give in. "Who's there?" "Your friend, Joe, who's always here for you.

You have to take people one at a time, check out what's in their head and heart before you judge.

Look around. Take the tour. Fear hangs on the wall and shame sometimes. Emotional dislocation too. But I am brave in my admission. Are you? When no one is looking, I check to see if anyone seems as scared as me, or lonely, or shy, or insecure. Is it just me? I'm not so sure. Is your heart an onion too? Show me yours, I'll show you mine we used to say. Your turn. Peel away.

How good is different? I search stories for someone who resembles me. If it weren't for books and Joe, "different" would just be lonely.

My mom can't defend herself to the world. She is such an amazing woman, with such an open heart. It's a real hard line, and I crossed it. I took everyone's life story and assumed it would be a great thing to put on screen. I was being selfish and I feel so horrible about it. I feel so guilty.

I forgive my mom for being a psycho and my dad for being a loser.

Love those who hurt you the most, because they are probably the ones closest to you. They, too, are on a path, and just like you they are learning to walk before they can fly. Imagine if everybody you hurt in life turned their backs on you? You would be playing a hell of a lot of solitaire. Love them no matter what.

In a battle, some soldiers of Guru Gobind Singh saw a Sikh named Ghanaya giving water to the enemy. They went to the Guru with their complaint. Ghanaya was called and questioned. Ghanaya's response was that he had not helped the enemy: as he went around the battlefield, he saw no friend or foe but only the Guru's face.

Leave me alone! Why do you insult me?" and in those heart-rending words he heard others: "I am your brother.

I think that it is one of the most refined joys of this world to interchange thoughts, feelings, and impressions." (H'm!

Il disparut à jamais, cet être sans défense à qui personne n'avait jamais témoigné d'affection, ni porté le moindre intérêt, non, personne, pas même l'un de ces naturalistes toujours prêts à épingler la plus banale des mouches pour l'examiner au microscope.

He was no stranger to compassion: his heart was open to many good impulses, though his rank often prevented their manifestation.

It does not need much wisdom to utter words of reproof; but much wisdom is needed to find such words as do not embitter a man's misfortune, but encourage him, restore to him his spirit, put spurs to the horse of his soul, refreshed by water.

would he need to consider my feelings if at any point he should feel minded to blame

Take any man you like of the persons whom you thus term rascals. That man none the less remains a human being. That being so, how can one refuse to defend him when all the time one knows that half his errors have been committed through ignorance and stupidity? Each of us commits faults with every step that we take; each of us entails unhappiness upon others with every breath that we draw—and that although we may have no evil intention whatever in our minds.

I confess I don't understand why it's so arranged that women grab us by the nose as deftly as if it were a teapot handle. Either their hands are made for it, or our noses are no longer good for anything.

in short, I sensed in myself those strange feelings that come over us when for the first time we enter the dwelling of a widower whom we had known before inseparable from his lifelong companion. These feelings are like seeing before us a man we had always known in good health, now lacking a leg.

Jamais la pitié ne s'empare aussi fortement de nous qu'au spectacle de la beauté atteinte par le souffle délétère de la débauche.

I jadni mladi? zaklanjao bi lice rukama i ko zna koliko bi puta u svome životu poslije toga uzdrhtao, vide?i koliko je mnogo okrutne grubosti sakriveno u prefinjenim i ugla?enim ljudima i, bože, ?ak i u onom ?ovjeku koga društvo smatra plemenitim i ?estitim...

I think that it is one of the most refined joys of this world to interchange thoughts, feelings, and impressions." Nikolay Gogol, The Diary of a Madman

You can knock on a deaf man's door forever.

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