Samuel Smiles Quotes

I tend to absorb a lot of what other people are feeling.

Ever since I was a child, I would start crying seeing anyone in pain.

I have a lot of compassion for human beings in life experiences, so I allow myself to feel what these characters are feeling and don't have a problem accepting that.

Men are just as sensitive, and in some ways more sensitive, than women are.

It doesn't hurt to show some empathy.

The first word that always came into my head with Henry VI was 'empathy.' He doesn't have a barrier between what other people feel and what he feels.

Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.

It is one of the best traits of good people that they love where they pity. And this is truer of women than of men.

A feeling heart is a blessing that no one, who has it, would be without; and it is a moral security of innocence; since the heart that is able to partake of the distress of another, cannot wilfully give it.

I care a lot; I'm very sensitive.

I'm not that big, physically. I'm just big where it counts - I got a big heart!

Nature, in giving tears to man, confessed that he Had a tender heart; this is our noblest quality.

Sympathy, Love, Fortune... We all have these qualities but still tend to not use them!

These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.

A woman's pity, which is talkative, carries the sick person's bed to the public marketplace.

What makes us human is not our mind but our heart, not our ability to think but our ability to love.

Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.

Sympathy wanting, all is wanting; its personal magnetism is the conductor of the sacred spark that lights our atoms, puts us m human communion, and gives us to company, conversation, and ourselves.

An intellectual, heartless man never becomes an inspired man. It is always the heart that speaks in the man of love; it discovers a greater instrument than intellect can give you, the instrument of inspiration.

I am sensitive to life, and somehow acting comes to me. I can't explain it.

No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle and deep.

I am a pretty emotional person. Any act of kindness or unkindness moves me. When I see a romantic couple sitting by the beach, it moves me. I don't break down or crack under pressure, but I am just sensitive.

Tenderness is a virtue.

How can you expect a man who's warm to understand one who's cold?