Quotes About Empathy

He only has the right to criticize who has the heart to help.

Tell us please, what treatment in an emergency is administered by ear?....I met his gaze and I did not blink. Words of comfort, I said to my father.

Ä°nsanlar söylediklerinizi ya da yapt?klar?n?z? unutur, ama onlara neler hissettirdiÄŸinizi asla unutmaz...

Bir sa??r?n sinestezi olmas? gibidir aÅŸk; müziÄŸi duymazs?n ama onu hissedersin...

Ä°nsanlar söylediklerinizi ya da yapt?klar?n?z? unutur,ama onlara ne hissettirdiklerinizi asla unutmaz.

compassion, skepticism, and uncertainty rather than on dogma

feeling for normal frailty and for mercy before justice and humanity before dogma

once awakened, a sense of justice is something not easily contained. It often crosses the boundaries of race, class, and gender.

What made it so easy for Haig to demand high casualties was that he chose not to see them. He "felt that it was his duty to refrain from visiting the casualty clearing stations," wrote his son, "because these visits made him physically ill.

The Irish, he told Lloyd George, were "like nothing so much as a lot of frightened children who dread being thrashed.

For even a century's worth of bloodshed after the war that was supposed to end all wars, we are painfully far from the day when most people on earth will have the wisdom to feel, as did Alice Wheeldon in her prison cell, "The world is my country.

I have the same fantasy every time I read a book I love, no matter who wrote it, no matter when it was written. That the author has written his book only for me.

And yet, wasn't the terrific thing about stories the fact that they joined readers together, that they made people realize they were not alone in their hopes, dreams, and fears?

The experience of the world broadens with the reality of other creatures made vivid within it.

recognizing that I had understood something that evening: the banality of one's own death, so much less terrible than the death of someone you love;

It was at that moment that I came to the conclusion that there is some link between plants and loneliness.

Man, that's the only kind of book I like – one that's so real you want to find out everything there is to know about the person who wrote it, like how tall he is and what kind of music he likes and whether or not he really went through all the stuff he was writing about.

How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it except the pleasure of seeing it.

Every faculty in one man is the measure by which he judges of the like faculty in another.  I judge of your sight by my sight, of your ear by my ear, of your reason by my reason, of your resentment by my resentment, of your love by my love.  I neither have, nor can have, any other way of judging about them.

The man who indulges us in this natural passion, who invites us into his heart, who, as it were, sets open the gates of his breast to us, seems to exercise a species of hospitality more delightful than any other. No man, who is in ordinary good temper, can fail of pleasing, if he has the courage to utter his real sentiments as he feels them, and because he feels them.

When our passive feelings are almost always so sordid and so selfish, how comes it that our active principles should often be so generous and so noble?

to feel much for others and little for ourselves, that to restrain our selfish, and to indulge our benevolent affections, constitutes the perfection of human nature; and can alone produce among mankind that harmony of sentiments and passions in which consists their whole grace and propriety.

Every faculty in one man is the measure by which he judges of the like faculty in another. I judge of your sight by my sight, of your ear by my ear, of your reason by my reason, of your resentment by my resentment, of your love by my love. I neither have, nor can have, any other way of judging about them.

To feel much for others and little for ourselves; to restrain our selfishness and exercise our benevolent affections, constitute the perfection of human nature.