the ability to see what another is going through
not the same as true caring
making another feel that their situation is important
another is not alone
gives others strength
human characteristic
lack of empathy indicates too much on ones plate, or sociopathic
I love you so much. Even though you’re not me. We breath the same air and feel the same breaths. We hear the same sound of the earth shifting. We fear the same ending. We are all the same. But we’re different and that is the part I like the most. And of all of us, I like your differences most!
Most people are not empathetic, I don’t think. It’s something that is lost in today’s society. People are mostly concerned with themselves. They don’t care about your or your issues or delimmas. They care about themselves – their problem, their life. They don’t want to relate to you, deal with you.
Ice cream cone in hand, with a balloon tied to her forefinger, eleven-year old Tina was all teeth. The sky was cloudless and they still had four more rides, and the Harry Potter theme park to see. She gawked at the castle in the distance until a loud scream broke her trance. A small little browned hair boy with red pinched face was wailing incoherently. Her stomach turned to see someone so close to Hogwarts crying like that, so she gave him her ice cream.
The connection we feel. The love we share. I hold you and we are together again. The touch on your wound, the light on your skin, the moments we ate apart, then together again.
Empathy – it’s something that’s missing these days. That’s why there’s so much personal crime and acts against each other. If we truly felt what the other was feeling, or could at least put ourselves in their shoes, the acts we perpetrate against each other would have so much more kindness and less malice.
I am empathetic towards the intentions of the creators of this site; they obviously wanted to inspire people, help them overcome writer’s block, etc. But I feel like the exercise would be more useful were I provided with a less abstract noun, perhaps ‘cat, or ‘dog’?
She pushed her to the ground, and scoffed.
“Empathy? What makes you think I feel empathy? For someone like you?” She spat. With that she spun onn her heel and walked away. The other lay on the floor and watched, with tears welling up in her eyes.
I don’t feel empathy too, I feel sympathy for you, she thought.
What is empathy? It’s strange how when you’re trying to be empathetic, you come off as self-centered. You console people by bringing up your own problems. That’s one of the contradictions of life.
I am able to understand people when I share the same feeling. When people have the same personality type we share the same likings and feelings about everything. Then I understand and share my feelings
While I can feel for people, I don’t know how to remedy their ills, offer advice to heal their wounds. I’m but a vessel to dump their woes, vent their frustrations. But never have I been skilled enough to do more, to help people, only to let them know someone will listen.
I’ve been thinking about this word a lot and how important it is to feel understood and heard by others. This is an important trait to have, and crucial for intimacy and building relationships and friendships. I’m finding moments of empathy everyday.
As you cry i cry with you. Your tears do not fall, and neither do mine. But I can feel your pain inside, that ache that nothing will ever be the same. That a part of you is gone. A part that you can never get back, but my feelings spill into meaningless words.
i have empathy for you. because you don’t understand what love means. you haven’t had enough life to figure it out maybe. or you just kept your eyes closed. but i feel for you and your pains and i’m hoping you figure it out soon. empathy.
she drowns in it, the rush, the flood, the pure outpouring. people can’t stop what they feel though they may try, and she knows. she knows when they start and when they stop and when they can’t stop. it burrows down into her and she can feel it all. she can feel everyone but herself. she is empty, a receptacle, nothing in nothing
Sometimes i think people don’t even know the meaning of this world. I see so much undue suffering everyday and I feel like I see just as much disrespect for this suffering. I can only imagine what the world would be like if people just cared a little more. Being a highly empathetic person I find it hard to understand those who aren’t, maybe that makes me a hypocrite? I guess it does…
Empathy. A word that is being presented to me quite a bit lately. Something that I feel I have expressed to the point of personal angst for others. Something I could learn more about.
The capacity to empathize and sympathize are considered vital characteristics of humanity. We can not imagine a good human being which do not have any capacity to empathize and sympathize. But, do a good human being feel empathy/sympathy in all cases. I believe, this is not true. Based on our own personal experience and personality, sometimes we feel ourselves loaded with feeling of empathy/sympathy when we see a particular situation. However, in some other cases we may not fee anything.
“You’re right, ” she said after a long moment. She looked away, out the window towards the mountains, and the air was filled with a smell like burning ozone. “I know nothing of what it means to be human.”
“Empathy,” she said, “was the way in which dogs first spoke to people.”
“What do you mean?”
“They couldn’t speak our language. So they made it into our hearts by echoing our souls with their eyes. That’s why their eyes always glisten.”
Tires screech and training wheels stir. Screams and cries fill the air. Then silence. No whimpers, nor shouts. Silence. Blood seeps along the dark pavement. Yes, I feel the pain, I just wish I wouldn’t.
I do know what they feel. I feel the pain, the anger, the sorrow. I feel in deep in my heart, weighing down my body. I want to understand, yet I wish nothing more but for it to stop. The pain, the anger, the sorrow.
Teachers have been telling me ever since I was a kid that I ‘lacked fundamental empathy’. Just because they’re right doesn’t make it any better to hear. I just don’t get some people. To use a phrase by my counsellor, I don’t get ‘what makes people tick’. Why are we all so hormonal, so emotional and so bloody stupid?
Watching your friend, as an adult, slowly loose her mother. You see the tears in her eyes and the screams in her smile. Her bouncing, bubbly voice hides it from the others.
But you know.
You know every numb emotion electrocuting the poor girl’s body, propping her up and fueling every step forward. You’ve been there. You’ve been strong and responsible with smiles and a good-morning-sunshine attitude. But you broke. You break again and again, every year. You’re a child who wants your mommy, but mommy’s gone and you’re only looking in pills, powder, and smoke.
You’re waiting for the day the girl breaks, knowing full well that you probably won’t be the one to be there when she does, but also knowing that she – more likely than you – will make it through.
He shows no empathy in class or on the schoolyard. He deliberately harms his classmates. Last week, he put Leslie in a chokehold and kept screaming the word “dyke” into her ear. Her cheeks were tinged with blue. Yesterday, he smashed his soda bottle over Thomas’s head and howled with laughter when he screamed.
This report card just isn’t enough to describe it. I’m doing you two a favor, Mister and Missus York. I’m putting an end to your son.
Empathy is important. Empathy is beautiful. But what is empathy? Does it mean the same thing for everyone? Obviously, it has a set definition but that doesn’t mean it has a set meaning, right?
Empathy is important. Empathy is beautiful. But what is empathy? Does it mean the same thing for everyone? Obviously, it has a set definition but that it has a set meaning, right?
She shouldered the weight of it. She held it up with her spine. Each step raised clouds in the dust. She bore onwards like Atlas and her kneecaps trembled. She carried the weight of their emotions, and tried not to fall.
I have this. I have had this since birth. Now my husband is sick and I get sick too. My blood pressure went to 199 and I got an outbreak of something and when he cries, I cry. It’s more than love. It’s being him and feeling him, all the time. I can’t be sick. Only at heart.
As I stared down at her sitting on the sidewalk, tears on her cheeks and sobs tearing from her chest, I thought “I should feel bad about this.” But the thing is, I didn’t. I felt nothing. Normal people would feel empathy, pity, something. But I couldn’t even bring myself to turn around and walk away from her to cry by herself.
the ability to see what another is going through
not the same as true caring
making another feel that their situation is important
another is not alone
gives others strength
human characteristic
lack of empathy indicates too much on ones plate, or sociopathic
I love you so much. Even though you’re not me. We breath the same air and feel the same breaths. We hear the same sound of the earth shifting. We fear the same ending. We are all the same. But we’re different and that is the part I like the most. And of all of us, I like your differences most!
I feel what you feel, friend
When you ache, I ache too
Your broken heart, breaks my own
Most people are not empathetic, I don’t think. It’s something that is lost in today’s society. People are mostly concerned with themselves. They don’t care about your or your issues or delimmas. They care about themselves – their problem, their life. They don’t want to relate to you, deal with you.
Ice cream cone in hand, with a balloon tied to her forefinger, eleven-year old Tina was all teeth. The sky was cloudless and they still had four more rides, and the Harry Potter theme park to see. She gawked at the castle in the distance until a loud scream broke her trance. A small little browned hair boy with red pinched face was wailing incoherently. Her stomach turned to see someone so close to Hogwarts crying like that, so she gave him her ice cream.
The connection we feel. The love we share. I hold you and we are together again. The touch on your wound, the light on your skin, the moments we ate apart, then together again.
Empathy – it’s something that’s missing these days. That’s why there’s so much personal crime and acts against each other. If we truly felt what the other was feeling, or could at least put ourselves in their shoes, the acts we perpetrate against each other would have so much more kindness and less malice.
I am empathetic towards the intentions of the creators of this site; they obviously wanted to inspire people, help them overcome writer’s block, etc. But I feel like the exercise would be more useful were I provided with a less abstract noun, perhaps ‘cat, or ‘dog’?
The ability to understand and share the feelings of another.
She pushed her to the ground, and scoffed.
“Empathy? What makes you think I feel empathy? For someone like you?” She spat. With that she spun onn her heel and walked away. The other lay on the floor and watched, with tears welling up in her eyes.
I don’t feel empathy too, I feel sympathy for you, she thought.
What is empathy? It’s strange how when you’re trying to be empathetic, you come off as self-centered. You console people by bringing up your own problems. That’s one of the contradictions of life.
I am able to understand people when I share the same feeling. When people have the same personality type we share the same likings and feelings about everything. Then I understand and share my feelings
words had been said
footprints walking away from the door
broken pieces of dreams
shattered hearts
i can only watch you weep
listen to your sighs
empathy is what I have
but there won’t be a hint
i’ll just peek at your pain
even lift some of your rocks
but you’ll never know
i’ll just wait for your smile
While I can feel for people, I don’t know how to remedy their ills, offer advice to heal their wounds. I’m but a vessel to dump their woes, vent their frustrations. But never have I been skilled enough to do more, to help people, only to let them know someone will listen.
I’ve been thinking about this word a lot and how important it is to feel understood and heard by others. This is an important trait to have, and crucial for intimacy and building relationships and friendships. I’m finding moments of empathy everyday.
Empathy is the way to share or understand someone’s feeling.
As you cry i cry with you. Your tears do not fall, and neither do mine. But I can feel your pain inside, that ache that nothing will ever be the same. That a part of you is gone. A part that you can never get back, but my feelings spill into meaningless words.
i have empathy for you. because you don’t understand what love means. you haven’t had enough life to figure it out maybe. or you just kept your eyes closed. but i feel for you and your pains and i’m hoping you figure it out soon. empathy.
she drowns in it, the rush, the flood, the pure outpouring. people can’t stop what they feel though they may try, and she knows. she knows when they start and when they stop and when they can’t stop. it burrows down into her and she can feel it all. she can feel everyone but herself. she is empty, a receptacle, nothing in nothing
empathy.
Empathy
is the beginning
of kindness.
underneath, i leave a space around it, so you can see that i you. we can share the burden; you and me, let me carry some of the load
Sometimes i think people don’t even know the meaning of this world. I see so much undue suffering everyday and I feel like I see just as much disrespect for this suffering. I can only imagine what the world would be like if people just cared a little more. Being a highly empathetic person I find it hard to understand those who aren’t, maybe that makes me a hypocrite? I guess it does…
Empathy. A word that is being presented to me quite a bit lately. Something that I feel I have expressed to the point of personal angst for others. Something I could learn more about.
The capacity to empathize and sympathize are considered vital characteristics of humanity. We can not imagine a good human being which do not have any capacity to empathize and sympathize. But, do a good human being feel empathy/sympathy in all cases. I believe, this is not true. Based on our own personal experience and personality, sometimes we feel ourselves loaded with feeling of empathy/sympathy when we see a particular situation. However, in some other cases we may not fee anything.
Her eyes flashed green, then red.
“You’re right, ” she said after a long moment. She looked away, out the window towards the mountains, and the air was filled with a smell like burning ozone. “I know nothing of what it means to be human.”
It has become the cancer that wilts at my soul; it has taken control.
“Empathy,” she said, “was the way in which dogs first spoke to people.”
“What do you mean?”
“They couldn’t speak our language. So they made it into our hearts by echoing our souls with their eyes. That’s why their eyes always glisten.”
Tires screech and training wheels stir. Screams and cries fill the air. Then silence. No whimpers, nor shouts. Silence. Blood seeps along the dark pavement. Yes, I feel the pain, I just wish I wouldn’t.
I do know what they feel. I feel the pain, the anger, the sorrow. I feel in deep in my heart, weighing down my body. I want to understand, yet I wish nothing more but for it to stop. The pain, the anger, the sorrow.
Teachers have been telling me ever since I was a kid that I ‘lacked fundamental empathy’. Just because they’re right doesn’t make it any better to hear. I just don’t get some people. To use a phrase by my counsellor, I don’t get ‘what makes people tick’. Why are we all so hormonal, so emotional and so bloody stupid?
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I went to a ballet show one, and one of the dancers fell over, and broke her leg, I had geat empathy for her
Watching your friend, as an adult, slowly loose her mother. You see the tears in her eyes and the screams in her smile. Her bouncing, bubbly voice hides it from the others.
But you know.
You know every numb emotion electrocuting the poor girl’s body, propping her up and fueling every step forward. You’ve been there. You’ve been strong and responsible with smiles and a good-morning-sunshine attitude. But you broke. You break again and again, every year. You’re a child who wants your mommy, but mommy’s gone and you’re only looking in pills, powder, and smoke.
You’re waiting for the day the girl breaks, knowing full well that you probably won’t be the one to be there when she does, but also knowing that she – more likely than you – will make it through.
He shows no empathy in class or on the schoolyard. He deliberately harms his classmates. Last week, he put Leslie in a chokehold and kept screaming the word “dyke” into her ear. Her cheeks were tinged with blue. Yesterday, he smashed his soda bottle over Thomas’s head and howled with laughter when he screamed.
This report card just isn’t enough to describe it. I’m doing you two a favor, Mister and Missus York. I’m putting an end to your son.
Empathy is important. Empathy is beautiful. But what is empathy? Does it mean the same thing for everyone? Obviously, it has a set definition but that doesn’t mean it has a set meaning, right?
Empathy is important. Empathy is beautiful. But what is empathy? Does it mean the same thing for everyone? Obviously, it has a set definition but that it has a set meaning, right?
She shouldered the weight of it. She held it up with her spine. Each step raised clouds in the dust. She bore onwards like Atlas and her kneecaps trembled. She carried the weight of their emotions, and tried not to fall.
I have this. I have had this since birth. Now my husband is sick and I get sick too. My blood pressure went to 199 and I got an outbreak of something and when he cries, I cry. It’s more than love. It’s being him and feeling him, all the time. I can’t be sick. Only at heart.
As I stared down at her sitting on the sidewalk, tears on her cheeks and sobs tearing from her chest, I thought “I should feel bad about this.” But the thing is, I didn’t. I felt nothing. Normal people would feel empathy, pity, something. But I couldn’t even bring myself to turn around and walk away from her to cry by herself.