Quotes About Empathy

and in spite of everything he was going through, she too was tired, she too had personal worries, and would have appreciated just a little effort.

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime – Mineko Iwasaki

She was a careless, fearless girl… Kindhearted in the main, But somewhat heedless with her tongue, And apt at causing pain.

Sometimes she found casual physical contact with men almost unbearable

Lucy deploraba su actitud y los motivos que él daba. Ella siempre se ofendía cuando él hablaba de unos objetivos en la vida diferentes a los suyos, como si estuviesen atacando sus decisiones y opiniones.

If you're going to treat me like some piece of special-occasion china that gets taken out when you don't think I'll get hurt, we're—we're doomed.

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime' (here) Mineko Iwasaki, Geisha of Gion: The True Story of Japan's Foremost Geisha, published by arrangement with Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 1st Floor, 222 Gray's Inn Road, London, WC1X 8HB. A CBS Company.

Even that day, with his handprint across her face, she didn't want to tell me, because there was a bit of her that didn't want to hurt him. I saw it all the bloody time with my domestic abuse survivors. Women still protecting them. Still worrying about them! Love dies hard in some women.

mine onely faithfull frend In heauy plight and sad perplexitie; Whereof I sorie, yet my selfe did bend, Him to recomfort with my companie. Edmund Spenser The

If he texted about Morris, there was a good chance that Robin would call him back to find out how Joan was.

The game can't have been created as a means of driving Ledwell to suicide, because – well, why would it? The game was surely done out of love for the cartoon.

Strike, meanwhile, had seen just enough of Robin to be shocked by her appearance. He had never seen her face so pale, nor her eyes so puffy and bloodshot. Even as he sat down at his desk, eager to hear what information on Whittaker Shanker had brought to his office, the thought crossed his mind: What's the bastard done to her? And for a fraction of a second, before fixing all his attention on Shanker, Strike imagined punching Matthew and enjoying it.

You could forgive Brenner a lot, once you saw what 'e'd witnessed, what 'e'd been through . . . but that's true of everyone really, innit? Once you know, ev'rything's explained. It's a shame you often don't know until it's too late . . .

She couldn't help but feel a certain vicarious embarrassment.

You can't just ignore me and cut me off and refuse all compromises. I can't live like this.

They beamed at each other: for a moment, Robin thought she saw the idea of hugging her cross Strike's mind, but instead he held out his hand and shook hers.

Are you all right, Robin?' 'Yes, I promise I am.' She hesitated, then said, almost defiantly, 'Cormoran's been great.

I've only got one leg." "Don't be silly…" "I'm not being silly…it got blown off in Afghanistan." "Poor baby…" she whispered. "I'll rub it better." "Yeah—that's not my leg…It's helping, though…

But I know you'd have done what you did for anyone. That's your code, isn't it? And I always wanted something particular from you, something you wouldn't give anyone else. Funny, I've started to appreciate people who're decent to everyone, but it's too late for that, too, isn't it?

It never ceases to amaze me that in times of amazing human suffering somebody says something that can be so utterly stupid.

I learned a lesson I never had as a politician: that we cannot properly lead those with whom we have not shared suffering.

learned a lesson I never had as a politician: that we cannot properly lead those with whom we have not shared

I know that I am not the only person who is alone in the world. I know that others sorrow in the night. That others pick up a razor and slice into their own skin, with greater or lesser success. I know that others look at their lives and see only silent failure and disconsolation, feeding the cat, checking their email, doing the crossword. I know that I am not the only person to have lived a life like mine. I am aware. (212)

I tell these stories because I have lied about my life to people who have been kind to me and I am tired of lying. I tell it because I don't want people to think that I have fucked up my life over and over just because I was in a bad mood.