Quotes About Empathy

Me gustó esta y quisiera compartirla. "la literatura es esencialmente soledad. Se escribe en soledad, se lee en soledad y, pese a todo, el acto de la lectura permite una comunicación entre dos seres humanos

Whatever you see has the potential to wound you, to make you less than you are, as if merely by seeing a thing some part of yourself were taken away from you.

It's just that we shared a certain language, and when she talked to me about her past, I understood her without having to ask for explanations.

??te ben bunun hayalini kurdum Kemik Bey. Dünyay? daha iyi bir yer haline getirmenin hayalini. Ruhun kasvetli, karanl?k kuytular?na biraz olsun güzellik katmak istedim. Bunu bir ekmek k?zart?c?s?yla yapabilirsin, bir ?iirle yapabilirsin, elini bir yabanc?ya uzatarak yapabilirsin. Nas?l yapt???n hiç önemli de?il. Dünyay? buldu?undan daha iyi bir durumda b?rakmak. ?nsan?n elinden gelecek en iyi ?ey budur

La literatura es esencialmente soledad. Se escribe en soledad, se lee en soledad y, pese a todo, el acto de la lectura permite una comunicación entre dos seres humanos".

The walking wounded, opening their veins and bleeding in public.

Jeder hat Freundlichkeit verdient, sagte ich. Egal wer.

What to do when the world was on fire and you didn't have the equipment to put out the flames, when the fire was in you as much as it was around you, and no matter what you did or did not do, your actions would change nothing?

Willy's sidekick was a hodgepodge of genetic strains – part collie, part Labrador, part spaniel, part canine puzzle – and to make matters worse, there were burrs protruding from his ragged coat, bad smells emanating from his mouth, and a perpetual bloodshot sadness lurking in his eyes.

Yoksullara, yokluk içindekilere, toplum düzeninin ma?durlar?na ac?yordum ve öyle bir arabaya binmek, yaln?zca kendi ad?ma de?il, bu tür ?eylerin olmas?na f?rsat veren bir dünyada ya?ad???m için utanç veriyordu bana." Syf 19

We don't want to know when we will die or when the people we love will betray us....we're hungry to know the dead before they were dead, to acquaint ourselves with the dead as living beings.

I will stay with her until it is time to close her eyelids wrap the wretched sheet around her bones.

When she finished, the white teacher, his face streaked with tears, tapped his boss on the shoulder, and like a television cop handing in his badge and gun, he solemnly removed the shiny new Teach for America button fastened to his sweater vest, placed it in Charisma's palm, and walked off into the squall.

Never confronted Foy at the meetings, because, as he put it, "our people are in dire need of everything except acrimony.

Winston knew better than to give a heartfelt synopsis of a grainy black-and-white film that had inadvertently touched his heart and caused him to empathize with a loafer-shod French boy, Doinel, the young, unloved Parisian, running toward the sea in the last reel. Winston had wanted to chase behind him, clasp him on the shoulder...

Sometimes I wish Darth Vader had been my father. I'd have been better off. I wouldn't have a right hand, but I definitely wouldn't have the burden of being black and constantly having to decide when and if I gave a shit about it.

Too often, Democrats appeal to the head, not the heart. We focus on policy, not feelings. Position papers will not defeat Trump. Nor will trying to match him hate for hate. We need to tell folks how we feel, not what we think. Any Democratic message must begin by asking how we want people to feel.

It's not that empathy itself automatically leads to kindness. Rather, empathy has to connect to kindness that already exists. Empathy makes good people better, then, because kind people don't like suffering, and empathy makes this suffering salient. If you made a sadist more empathic, it would just lead to a happier sadist,

The serial killer Gary Gilmore summed up the attitude of someone without moral feelings: "I was always capable of murder.… I can become totally devoid of feelings of others, unemotional. I know I'm doing something grossly fucking wrong. I can still go ahead and do it.

Marsh recounts an anecdote about a psychopath who was being tested with a series of pictures and who failed over and over again to recognize fearful expressions, until finally she figured it out: "That's the look people get right before I stab them.

When people remembered incidents in which they were the perpetrator, they often described the harmful act as minor and done for good reasons. When they remembered incidents in which they were the victims, they were more likely to describe the action as significant, with long-lasting effects, and motivated by some combination of irrationality and sadism. Our own acts that upset others are innocent or forced; the acts that others do to upset us are crazy or cruel.

If God exists, maybe He can simultaneously feel the pain and pleasure of every sentient being. But for us mortals, empathy really is a spotlight. It's a spotlight that has a narrow focus, one that shines most brightly on those we love and gets dim for those who are strange or different or frightening.

Empathy makes good people better, then, because kind people don't like suffering, and empathy makes this suffering salient. If you made a sadist more empathic, it would just lead to a happier sadist, and if I were indifferent to the baby's suffering, her crying would be nothing more than an annoyance.

As you would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise," or Rabbi Hillel's statement, "What is hateful to you do not do to your neighbor; that is the whole Torah; the rest is commentary thereof.