Quotes About Empathy

Giving feels good. It's a form of healing. Not just for you as an individual, but for everyone.

The courtesy was innate, based not simply on good manners, which could be taught, but on concern for other people, which was learned only by constant example.

I'm a little mad. He shouldn't have said whatever he said to make you so upset. But we should try not to judge people based on one instance.

la bondad es sorprendentemente difícil

Sé amable, porque cada persona enfrenta una dura batalla.

All people—white and colored, slave and free, Union and Confederate—shared a common humanity belied by their outward differences. In a time of discord, in a land torn by war, no truth was more important to remember than that.

After you've worked in a hotel, there's nothing about human nature you don't know.

I realized that a book can reach out and embrace you like an arm and make you walk away from you thought you understood.

I felt in Ann Arbor the same way I did in the city—like everything was happening and I was missing it all when I wasn't there. I suppose there are several spots on earth where each one of us feels completely at home. For me, they are Ann Arbor

I think you're permanently disqualified from the lucky category after four miscarriages, a virtual divorce, and a face that could scare small children.

It's not a problem. There are people out there with much worse problems than mine."-Cynthia "Doesn't make yours any more fun to bear."-Liza "No. But it does help with the self-pity."- Cynthia

If you are not going to be a comfort, have the decency to be an empty space.

Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.

I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

As I nodded and smiled and umm-hmm 'd and oh, my 'd my way down the drive, I wondered if boys had any sort of magazine that told them how to attract women and, if so, did it ever tell them to put the girls' interests first?

On those nights, the words were for me alone. They came up unbidden from my heart. They spilled over my tongue and spilled out my mouth. And because of them, I, who was nothing and nobody, was a prince of Denmark, a maid of Verona, a queen of Egypt. I was a sour misanthrope, a beetling hypocrite, a conjurer's daughter, a mad and murderous king.

Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox

We who have means and a voice must use them to help those who have neither. Yet how can we help them if we don't even know about them? And how can we know about them if no one writes about them? Is it so wrong to want to know things?

The skin-and-bones dog who shows up at your door. The broken-winged bird you nurse back to health. The kitten you find crying at the side of the road. You think you're saving them, don't you? Ah, child. Can't you see? They're saving you.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

Life can be so difficult, and stories help us escape those difficulties. It's all right to lose yourself in one

Kindness is many things," he said. "It is gentle. Tender. Tolerant. It is born of patience and faith. And sometimes, yes, it's dangerous. Helping a wounded animal that's likely to lash out, standing up for someone who's being taunted by bullies... these things are all dangerous. But to try to understand another creature, to put ourselves in their place, to help them - even when it costs us - that shows strength, Sophie, not weakness.

It's good that you still cry," Isabelle whispered to her. "It's when you stop crying that you're lost.