Quotes About Empathy

For I am poor and needy; my heart is wounded within me.

Men do not despise the thief if he steals to satisfy his hunger.

Whoever shows contempt for his neighbor lacks judgment, but a man of understanding remains silent.

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.

He who mocks the poor insults their Maker; whoever gloats over calamity will not go unpunished.

The poor man pleads for mercy, but the rich man answers harshly.

The intentions of a manís heart are deep waters, but a man of understanding draws them out.

Whoever shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, he too shall cry out and receive no answer.

Do not gloat when your enemy falls, and do not let your heart rejoice when he stumbles,

Like one who removes a garment on a cold day or vinegar poured on a wound is one who sings songs to a heavy heart.

If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat, and if he is thirsty, give him water to drink.

The righteous consider the cause of the poor, but the wicked have no regard for such concerns.

Again I looked, and I considered all the oppression taking place under the sun. I saw the tears of the oppressed, and they had no comforter; the power lay in the hands of their oppressors, and there was no comforter.

For if one falls down, his companion can lift him up; but pity the one who falls without another to help him up!

For you know in your heart that many times you yourself have cursed others.

Isnít it to share your bread with the hungry, to bring the poor and homeless into your home, to clothe the naked when you see him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?

Oh, that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night over the slain daughter of my people.

Let them come quickly and take up a lament over us, that our eyes may overflow with tears, and our eyelids may gush with water.

My eyes bring grief to my soul because of all the daughters of my city.

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like an ostrich in the wilderness.

I came to the exiles at Tel-abib who dwelt by the River Kebar. And for seven days I sat where they sat and remained there among them, overwhelmed.

But you, son of man, groan! Groan before their eyes with a broken heart and bitter grief.

You drink wine by the bowlful and anoint yourselves with the finest oils, but you fail to grieve over the ruin of Joseph.

But you should not gloat in that day, your brotherís day of misfortune, nor rejoice over the people of Judah in the day of their destruction, nor boast proudly in the day of their distress.