Our consciences take no notice of pain inflicted on others until it reaches a point where it gives pain to us.
I'm John the Fourth, so I think there's a lot of things in life that have been truly handed to me by the hard work and the pain of others.
As long as there are people suffering, how can I not be happy?
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
How easy it is to deny the pain of someone else's suffering.
When your feet start to hurt, place yourself in someone else's shoes.
People aren't very good at other people's pain.
I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pain of others
One's own troubles can be borne with fortitude; only a monster of indifference can bear the sufferings of others with fortitude.
The degree to which one is sensitive to other people's suffering, to other (people's) humanity, is the index of one's own humanity
It's through the small things that we develop our moral imagination, so that we can understand the sufferings of others.
How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!
It hurts to see anybody in pain, if you've got any kind of heart.
You have no idea how big the other fellow's troubles are.
We must never minimize the suffering of another. Scripture's mandate to us is, "Weep with them that weep." (Romans 12:15, KJV)
Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most any heart.
Identifying pain in others was easy for me. I was drawn to it in some strange perverse way.
