what are your favorite quotes on kindness and empathy? thank youđŻâ¤ď¸
âIt all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.â
â Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise
âWhat I regret most in my life are failures of kindness. Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering and I responded⌠sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.â
â George Saunders, Congratulations, by the way
â Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
âIâve never told you this,â she said. âBut thereâs something about taking the cart back instead of leaving it in the parking lot. I donât know when this came to me; it was a few years ago. Thereâs a difference between leaving it where you empty it and taking it back to the front of the store. Itâs significant.ââBecause somebody has to take them in.ââYes. And if you know that, and you do it for that one guy, you do something else. You join the worldâŚYou move out of your isolation and become universal.â
â Andre Dubus, âOut of the Snowâ, Dancing After Hours
âWhen you stand before me and see me, what do you know about the pain inside me and what do I know about yours? And if I kneeled before you and cried and told you, what more would you know about me than hell, when someone tells you that it is hot and horrible? Thatâs why people should stand before each other as reverently, as pensively, as lovingly, as standing before the entrance to hell.âÂ
â Franz Kafka, letter to Oskar Pollak
âIâd like to think this [happy ending] isnât weakness or⌠evasion⌠but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness.â
â Atonement (2007), dir. Joe Wright
â Harvey (1950), dir. Harry Koster
âThe love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him: âWhat are you going through?â
â Simone Weil, âSchool Studiesâ
âI donât ask for your pity, but just for your understandingânot even thatâno. Just for your recognition of me in you.â
â Tennessee Williams, âSweet Bird of Youthâ
âEmpathy isnât just something that happens to usâa meteor shower of synapses firing across the brainâitâs also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. Itâs made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because itâs asked for, but this doesnât make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means weâve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when Iâm deep in my own. To say âgoing through the motionsââthis isnât reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effortâthe labor, the motions, the danceâof getting inside another personâs state of heart or mind. This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work.â
â Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams
âIn Middlemarch love enables knowledge. Love is a kind of knowledge. If Fred didnât love Mary, he would have no reason to exercise his imagination on her family. Itâs love that makes him realize that two women without their savings are a real thing in the world and not merely incidental to his own sense of dishonor. Itâs love that enables him to feel anotherâs pain as if it were his own. For Eliot, in the absence of God, all our moral tests must take place on this earth and have their rewards and punishments here. We are one anotherâs lesson, one anotherâs duty.â
â Zadie Smith, âMiddlemarch and Everybodyâ
âKindness, kindness, kindness. I want to make a New Yearâs prayer, not a resolution. Iâm praying for courage.â
â Susan Sontag, New Yearâs Resolutions
â Vincent DâOnofrio (x)
âIt was past time for us, with or without irony, to be more divine; if we can guess what Godâs benevolence might be it is because we guess at benevolence in ourselves.â
â Clarice Lispector, âMineirinhoâ
âLook what happens when the tongue / Cannot say to kindness, / âI will be your slave.â / The moon / Covers her face with both hands / And canât bear / To look.â
â Hafiz, âCovers Her Face with Both Handsâ
âI scream for kindness. Let there be kindness. There is bloody little and never at a high enough level.â
â Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
âOutside, where the snow is turning to slush, I walk with my hand very gently round your shoulders. Not to harm anyone: simple enough, that hope seems an ambition vast enough to consume a lifetime.â
â Geoff Dyer, âParting Shotsâ
â Hozier, from an interview with NPR
âWhen I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.â
â Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel
âIn [fairy tales], power is rarely the right tool for survival anyway. Rather the powerless thrive on alliances, often in the form of reciprocated acts of kindness - from beehives that were not raided, birds that were not killed but set free or fed, old women who were saluted with respect. Kindness sown among the meek is harvested in crisis.â
â Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby
âBefore you learn the tender gravity of kindness,you must travel where the Indian in a white poncholies dead by the side of the road.You must see how this could be you,how he too was someonewho journeyed through the night with plansand the simple breath that kept him alive.â
â Naomi Shihab Nye, âKindnessâ
âYears ago I was on the midtown cross-town bus in NYC, in evening rush hour, in January, in the sleeting wind and rain.
The bus moved at a crawl, and everyone on it seemed depressed. It wouldâve been far faster to walk across town, but the weather was too godawful to bear. Everyone was definitely hating their life that day.
When we reached 10th Ave, the bus driver made a surprising announcement.
He said, âLadies and Gentleman, we are now nearing the Hudson River. Iâm going to ask you to do me a favor. When you get off the bus, Iâm going to hold out my hand. As you walk past me, I want you to drop your troubles into the palm of my hand. Iâll take your troubles for you, and when I drive past the river, Iâll throw them in. The reason I want to do this is because you all seem like youâve had a bad day, and I donât want you taking all your worries and sorrows home to your friends and families now. Because they deserve better than that, donât they? So you just leave your troubles here with me to dispose of, and you all go have a wonderful night, OK?â
The whole bus â the whole grumpy lot of us â broke into laughter. (Some of us, myself included, might have even shed a tear or two.) And one by one, as we filed off the bus, we dropped our troubles into the palm of this good manâs hand, and we stepped off the bus with smiles on our faces.â
â Elizabeth Gilbert, âDear Ones - A Storyâ
â Hannah Gadsby, Nanette