Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire…. Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It’s real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you’ve suddenly become an idiot. There’s no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.
Please.
Do not ask us who we are.
The hardest part of grief
Is giving it a name.
You’re the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
The good you find in others is a reflection of the good that is in yourself.
You should not judge; you should understand.
Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.
To do a dull thing with style – now that’s what I call art.
Empathy means understanding others on their own terms and bringing them into the orbit of one’s own experience.
The poem has some value, believe me. It keeps you from going totally mad.
Empathy is seeing with the eyes of another, listening with the ears of another, and feeling with the heart of another.
The cat is the beautiful devil.
Empathy works so well because it doesn’t require a solution. It requires only understanding.
People don’t need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn’t be.
Empathy is about finding echoes of another person in yourself.
Justice is everywhere and it’s working.
Empathy is a respectful understanding of what others are experiencing.
Love it or leave it.
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