Quotes About Empathy

I don't speak, I wrote. I'm sorry. She looked at the piece of paper, then at me, then back at the piece of paper, she covered her eyes with her hands and cried, tears seeped between her fingers and collected in the little webs, she cried and cried and cried, there weren't any napkins nearby, so I ripped the page from the book -I don't speak. I'm sorry.-and used it to dry her cheeks, my explanation and apology ran down her face like mascara,[...]

La crueldad depende de que uno comprenda que está siendo cruel y de las posibilidades que tiene a su alcance para evitarla.

E asa de greu sa te exprimi. - Eu inteleg. - Eu vreau sa ma exprim. - La fel si eu. - Imi caut vocea. - E in gura ta.

Autor wspomina w ksi??ce, jak to na jednej z pamiÄ…tkowych notatek pozostawionych po wizycie w rze?ni któreÅ› z odwiedzajÄ…cych jÄ… dzieci napisaÅ'o: DziÄ™kujÄ™ za Å›wiÅ"skie oczy. Faktycznie, przydaÅ'yby nam siÄ™ oczy zwierzÄ…t, ?ebyÅ›my mogli rzeczywiÅ›cie zobaczy?, na czym polega dramat losu, jaki ludzie im zgotowali. Ludzkie najwyra?niej nam nie wystarczajÄ…. - PosÅ'owie Dariusza Gzyry

She presents food and drink to customers there, and says to me, "I mount the autobus for an hour to work all day doing things I hate. You want to know why? It is for you, Alexi-stop-spleening-me! One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be a family.

there are only so many times that you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt. You become enlightened of the feeling of feeling hurt, which is worse, I am certain, than the existent hurt.

What do you think is going on?' 'I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?' 'My insides don't match up with my out-sides.' 'Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?' 'I don't know. I'm only me.' 'Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside.' 'But it's worse for me.' 'I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him.' 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.

We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families, and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.

I pulled the book from him.     It was wet with tears running down the pages, as if the book itself were crying.     He hid his face in his hands.     Let me see you cry, I told him. I do not want to hurt you, he said by shaking his head left to right. It hurts me when you do not want to hurt me, I told him.     Let me see you cry.

Ik wist niet wat hij voelde want ik kende de taal van zijn gevoel niet

It probably gets pretty lonely to be anyone.

As told by Kafka's close friend Max Brod: Suddenly he began to speak to the fish in their illuminated tanks. 'Now at least I can look at you in peace, I don't eat you anymore.' It was the time he turned strictly vegetarian.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. . . It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close.

What do you think is going on?' 'I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?

Everyone could know what everyone else felt, and we could be more careful with each other, because you'd never want to tell a person whose skin was purple that you're angry at her for being late, just like you would want to pat a pink person on the back and tell him, "Congratulations!

In its eyes I was sure I saw some form of understanding, but I didn't see forgiveness.

My family cares very much about caring for him, but not enough to actually care.

How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. Or I would have made some jewelry for him. Or told him hilarious jokes. Or given him a private tambourine concert.

It was the part when you said that you do not know anybody, and how that encompasses even you.

Grandfather and I did not utter words pending the drive, which is not abnormal, because we have never uttered multitudinous words. I made efforts not to spleen him, but nonetheless did. For one example, I forgot to examine the map, and we missed our entrance to the superway. "Please do not punch me," I said, "but I made a miniature error with the map." Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.

Un giorno farai per me cose che hai in odio. E' questo che vuol dire essere una famiglia.

I have often felt that my vegetarianism matters more to such people than it does to me.

me, not only because it seemed true, but because it was the extension to food of everything my parents had taught me. We don't hurt family members. We don't hurt friends or strangers. We don't even hurt upholstered furniture. My not having thought to include animals in that list didn't make them the exceptions to it.

It's possible you can't afford to care, but it's certain you can't afford not to care.