Quotes About Empathy

I suppose the best way to understand it is that when I first see a person, I see the face. But when I first see a dog, I see the dog.

He's so grateful I think he's going to cry, and it makes me feel good to be able to help. That's if I'm able to help.

But if I've learned one thing during our descent into dog rescue lunacy, it's that dogs bridge gaps between people. they smooth over the human condition, and they provide an extraordinarily valuable function. They take people of all political persuasions, religious faiths, and geographical locations and represent something that everyone can love.

Still, isn't it nice to be nice, to hold a breath? Isn't it good to save up for it, and really relish it, just sometimes?

Everyone deserved a chance at a better life. And shame on his government for treating these people like criminals.

La cantidad de dolor que experimenta un sujeto está influenciada por cualquier persona que esté alrededor. En experimentos de dolor, los hombres muestran un umbral de dolor más alto si son evaluados por mujeres. Asimismo, cuando están acompañados por su esposa, los pacientes con una esposa muy atenta y cariñosa sufrirán más dolor que aquellos que tienen una esposa menos afectuosa y atenta. Pregúntate por qué.

In Emerson's words, "A great style of hero draws equally all classes, all the extremes of society, till we say the very dogs believe in him.

Love is better than hate Love is better than hate Love is better than hate & stronger than hell for we took our shoes off as we fell.

In human relationships, those who do not love are rarely loved: those who will not be friends end up by having none. [p. 15 apud Thinking Strategically; on the "Intransigence strategy"]

Being generous or doing things for others actually makes me feel good so I don't do it because I hope karma will come round and get me and I'll benefit from it.

If you read someone else's diary, you get what you deserve.

Real love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you're offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone's feelings

Anyone who has lived through it, or those who are now living through it, knows that caring about an addict is as complex and fraught and debilitating as addiction itself.

Why does it help to read others' stories? It is not only that misery loves company, because (I learned) misery is too self-absorbed to want much company. Others' experiences did help with my emotional struggle...

Through Nic's drug addiction, I have learned that parents can bear almost anything....I shock myself with my ability to rationalize and tolerate things once unthinkable. The rationalizations escalate....It's only marijuana. He gets high only on weekends. At least he's not using hard drugs....

Caring about an addict is as complex and fraught and debilitating as addiction itself.

At my worst, I even resented Nic because an addict, at least when high, has a momentary respite from his suffering. There is no similar relief for parents or children or husbands or wives or others who love them.

Don't confront me with my failures. I have not forgotten them.

Nic begins writing hard, a word, I, two words, am, three words, sorry, writes them again, writes them again, writes them again, writes them again. He cannot, it seems, stop writing them. It is bullshit, a cheap attempt at - it is not bullshit, he is trying with excruciating desperation, which I can feel coming from him, to say something, to get out something that he cannot get out. It's easy to forget that no matter how hard it is for us, it is harder for him.

Anne Lamott advises, "Try not to compare your insides with other people's outsides.

I know there is no point in haranguing him because he will just shut down, but I want to cover every angle.

You didn't cause it, you can't control it, and you can't cure it.

At my worst, I even resented Nic because an addict, at least when high, has a momentary respite from his suffering. There is no similar relief for parents or children or husbands or wives or others who love them. Nic

One girl, Nic's friend, says how different the images are in our family's pictures and how intense each one is, but she says that Nic's heart leads into ventricles and my stream of chalk looks like a broken artery. Somehow I am crying. Nic's hand is on my shoulder.