Daniel Handler Quotes

The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man nodded, "So do I." But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. I know what you mean," said the little old man.

I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached. She needed to have someone who understood what was happening in her mind.

What kind of man would I have been if I had not been there to help her? I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached.

I get a guest on the air, and they're weird or strange, and I help them tell their story. I don't laugh at them. I listen.

Sympathy relies on a common experience. If you're clumsy, you might have sympathy for others who tend to bump into things. Empathy, on the other hand, is the ability to understand another person's feelings even if you've never experienced them yourself.

What's interesting to me is that people engage survivors from a place of pity all the time - a place of sympathy.

You need someone there that gets what you're going through.

To be truly empathetic, we have to acknowledge that we're all human, we're all flawed, and that life can be difficult.

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

Compassion is the fellow-feeling of the unsound.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.

consolation is a beautiful word. everyone skins his knee-that doesnt make yours hurt anyless.

Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears and confess you've heard me crying and admit you've seen my tears.

I traffic in empathy. I try to be vulnerable with people so they can be vulnerable back. I've always been searching for empathy in other people. It's when I feel most not alone.

None knows the weight of another's burden.

I know it is all right. I wish I could make you feel so, I wish I could describe my feelings.

I could only try to comfort the women that I came face-to-face with. I was really moved by how much they wanted to talk, how much they needed to be comforted, and how happy they were that we were there.

Empathy is the faculty to resonate with the feelings of others. When we meet someone who is joyful, we smile. When we witness someone in pain, we suffer in resonance with his or her suffering.

Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand.

'Talk to me,' it's what you say to someone to let them know you're there. Just three simple words. But saying them out loud could help save a life.

It's human desire to be understood. And we always feel we're not understood.

People in grief need someone to walk with them without judging them.

I find that in the 21st century, there's not a lot of compassion for what other people are going through or the walk that they have to walk.

The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.

Folks want to be listened to, they want to be heard.