Paul Bloom Quotes

At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.

Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.

Seven years without a break really takes a toll on you, and you don't even realize it. You're affected by other people, and after a while, sometimes they have love for you, and sometimes they don't.

She knows as well as anyone that pity, having played, soon tires.

Compassion Fatigue

Human misery is so appalling nowadays that if we allowed ourselves to dwell on it we should only add imaginary miseries of our own to the real miseries of others without doing them any good.

Lincoln had internalized the pain of those around him-the wounded soldiers, the captured prisoners, the defeated Southerners. Little wonder that he was overwhelmed at times by a profound sadness that even his own resilient temperament could not dispel.

I've got 's much feelin' as the next one, but when folks drives in their spiggits and wants to draw a bucketful o' compassion every day right straight along, there does come times when it seems as if the bar'l was getting low.

In dealing with those who are undergoing great suffering, if you feel "burnout" setting in, if you feel demoralized and exhausted, it is best, for the sake of everyone, to withdraw and restore yourself. The point is to have a long-term perspective.

Sympathy can be addictive and can kill strong men as surely as a diet of nothing but sugar.

I'm tired of making people sad and I'm tired of disappointing them and I'm tired of seeing them break. I have seen this too many times. He will be the last.

My God, I could raise a family of six children and hold down a full-time job with all the energy I expend on depression!

The world is quickly bored by the recital of misfortune, and willing avoids the sight of distress.

I have a theory that burnout is about resentment. And you beat it by knowing what it is you're giving up that makes you resentful.

I love this profession, but God, it can just destroy people, and I don't want that to happen and become some monster.

I damaged my health during 'Les Mis,' which I didn't want to mention in case it seemed like I was courting sympathy.

The truth is, I've been going pretty much nuts all year. I constantly have to fight being scattered. I feel like I'm on automatic pilot from fatigue. The hardest thing is trying to be present, living for the moment, for everybody in the family.

I want to do good, and I want people to be happy, and sometimes when you're a people pleaser, you spread yourself too thin.

There are days when I am just dead on the floor, and I'm there in my makeup, and that's getting a little tiring.

I remember once I read a book on mental illness and there was a nurse that had gotten sick. Do you know what she died from? From worrying about the mental patients not being able to get their food. She became a mental patient.

I'm relieved that after all these years of doing atrocity work, I still cry my eyes out every time I read the paper in the morning. It's surprising, actually.

Honestly, the pains of humanity have been draining me.

Perhaps the worst thing about suffering is that it finally hardens the hearts of those around it.

I had lost too much of the heart and all the faith needed to stay afloat in a job where every human encounter felt like an anvil strung around my neck just when I thought I was nearing the shore.

Empathy took the edge off, and the truth is, we need our edge. Our edge is trying to speak to us, and we are too, too good at shutting it up.