Quotes About Empathy

You are softening toward the young rascal because he is ill, and because he says he likes cats. It is an engaging quality, Emerson. That depends, said Emerson darkly, on how he likes them.

My feelings are a fact, not a personal delusion. They are valid for me. What business have you got trying to tell me how I ought to feel?

unnecessary discomfort is a form of martyrdom with which I have no sympathy.

the wrongs of my oppressed sisters must always waken a flame of indignation in my bosom.

So I went upstairs, to console the other half of the pair of heartbroken lovers, and a tedious business it was too, when a little common sense on both parts would have settled the matter to the satisfaction of all. With

Men are frightful nuisances at times; how much simpler life would be if we women did not have to make allowances for their little peculiarities.

Die Englânder! Niemals werde ich sie verstehen!

I should have been grateful to him, and I was—the way I was grateful to my dentist after he had filled a big cavity without anesthesia.

When my grandmother touches my hair in my sleep, I feel like a lost child. There is never enough of her to comfort me.

It interests me how we find ways to feel superior to another person, another group of people. It happens everywhere, and all the time. Whatever we call it, I think it's the lowest part of who we are, this need to find someone else to put down.

But the books brought me things. This is my point. They made me feel less alone.

But what could you do? Only keep going. People kept going; they had been doing it for thousands of years. You took the kindness offered, letting it seep as far in as it could go, and the remaining dark crevices you carried around with you, knowing that over time they might change into something almost bearable.

I call upon you to draw from the depths of your being — to prove that we are a human race, to prove that our love outweighs our need to hate, that our compassion is more compelling than our need to blame

Remember always to give. That is the thing that will make you grow...

People are sorry for brides who lose their husbands early, from some accident, or war. And they should be sorry, Mrs Palfrey thought. But the other thing is worse.

One is left so much on one's own. People are shy of the bereaved. They don't quite know what to be.

But so little does the rest of the world seem to care if we act nobly or otherwise that no help came to her

I wish,' said Rose anxiously, 'I understood you.' 'Don't try,' said Lotty, smiling. 'But I must, because I love you.

The passion of being forever with one's fellows, and the fear of being left for a few hours alone, is to me wholly incomprehensible.

True she was old, true she was unbeautiful, true she therefore had no reason to smile, but kind ladies smiled, reason or no. They smiled not because they were happy but because they wished to make happy.

Un'amicizia incapace di aiutare potrebbe benissimo fare a meno di esistere.

How is it that you should feel so vastly superior whenever you do not happen to enter into or understand your neighbour's thoughts when, as a matter of fact, your not being able to do so is less a sign of folly in your neighbour than of incompleteness in yourself?

Why couldn't two unhappy people refresh each other on their way through this dusty business of life by a little talk—

kind ladies smiled, reason or no. They smiled, not because they were happy but because they wished to make happy.