Quotes About Empathy

Never judge a man until you walk a mile in his shoes. That way, you're a mile away and you've got his shoes.

Whenever I feel like this, I am gentle with myself, pretend like I'm someone else, someone good. I walk on eggshells around myself, like I'm some fragile piece of porcelain you have to place quietly, deliberately back on the shelf.

Madden sizes me up. "Did you even ever get Christmas presents ...?" "Yes. And Hanukkkah presents. And Kwanzaa. Three Kings Day. Also, Saint Lucia Day and Ramadan. It's important not to play favorites. You know ... you never know who could actually be running this thing ... probably important not to put all your eggs in one basket -" "Stop. Stop talking.

I'm interested in having a relationship with the world that's not my own.

I think we learn the most from imperfect relationships - things like forgiveness and compassion.

Er sah hoch zu dem Fenster, hinter dem der alte Mann auf den Tod wartete, und fühlte sich von einem tiefen Einverständnis durchströmt. Was immer Sie tun, es wird das Richtige sein. »Gehen wir«, sagt er.

The anti-slavery movement only took off once white people in Europe and America began to see people of African descent not as property but as people.

the course of the following decades, as Germans increasingly came to view themselves as potential victims of America's insatiable drive for capitalist growth, prey to all the negative consequences of modernization, they began to identify with North American Indians and their fate.

No human can give so much love to a human as a human can give only to a human. But no another human can spread so much evil, humiliation and instults to another, it's only given to us humans.

Before speaking, consider the interpretation of your words as well as their intent.

Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.

You must capture and keep the heart of the original and supremely able man before his brain can do its best.

At its best, history nurtures within us humility and gratitude. It encourages respect and empathy. It fosters creativity and stimulates the imagination. It inspires resilience. And it does so by illuminating the simple truth that, whether due to some cosmic fluke or divine providence, it's an absolute miracle that any one of us is alive today, walking around on this tiny sphere surrounded by an ocean of space, and that we are, above everything else, all in this together.

One can easily imagine a talker and a withdrawer in a relationship facing a joint stress and dealing with that stress in very different ways that intensify their differences. Talkers want to share their concerns with their intimate partners, intensifying the withdrawer's need for time alone.

To understand Alexander well, it is necessary to follow his heart more closely than his policies, so I investigate the king's character through the mirror of the lives of his lovers.

Aha. The mom doesn't know. She's fishing. This next part has to be just right, or I'm blacklisted by the mother and hated by the daughter. The first would be an inconvenience; the second would be a tragedy.

Mrs. Byrne." Mrs. Byrne smiled. "Hello, Nora. You look a little down. Hard day?" I nodded and said, "Yeah.

My skin will never work like that again, so aware of the other person that I'm unsure where she ends and I begin. Never again. Never again will my skin be a thing that can so perfectly communicate; in losing my skin to the fire, I also lost the opportunity to make it disappear with another person.

I envy all suffering, because suffering is necessary to become spiritually beautiful.

What is it like to wear another person's skin?" "I don't have a good answer for that," I said. "It hurts." "Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?

While I'm not claiming that I now feel great love for all people, I can state with some confidence that I hate fewer people than I used to. This may seem like a weak claim to personal growth, but sometimes these things should be judged by distance traveled rather than by current position.

Talking with the mouth of a beast won't ease your pain.

In order to love who you are, you cannot hate the experiences that shaped you.

A work of art is...a bridge, however tenuous, between one mind and another.