Quotes about Empathy

He said that if a person understood the soul of the horse then he would understand all horses that ever were.

You never know when you'll be in need of them you've despised, said Blevins.

You never know when you'll be in need of them you've despised, said Blevins.

They was some of em wound up just livin in the woods like animals. And that was a cold winter, too. People would see em crossin the road at night in the carlights. Whole families. Carryin blankets. Pots and pans. People tried to find em. Take em some flour and meal. Coffee. Maybe a little sidemeat. I think about those children. I do yet.

Those people would take you in and put you up and feed you and feed your horse and cry when you left.

The problem is that many bitter people don't know they are bitter. since they are so convinced that they are right, they can't see their own wrong in the mirror. And the longer the root of bitterness grows, the more difficult it is to remove.

When we look at other people comparatively and competitively, we're not seeing them as our brothers and sisters. We're not loving them more than we love ourselves, and we we're definitely not seeing them as God sees them.

If you don't handle the hurt properly, their sin becomes a catalyst for your own.

Having suffered so much, the capacity for suffering had to some extent left him.

Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly, everything would come all right. It's all this cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy.

She looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies-thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.