Quotes About Empathy

Apologies rarely change anything. I am apologizing to ease my own conscience, and in the faint hope that it might help you come to terms with your situation.

They say men can never experience the pain of childbirth. They can... if you hit them in the goolies with a cricket bat for fourteen hours.

People say you should read your criticism because it will make you a better person but it doesn't. It just makes you a sad bitter old showbiz nightmare.

I made a supreme effort not to do that thing that parents do, which is to bore people without children to death by going on and on about how funny their children are, so there's none of that hopefully.

We only hate what we don't understand.

I stretch my fingers across my belly and glide my hand back and forth, waving softly. Sometimes I think I feel a hand reaching out for mine. Or it could be a foot, kicking my hand away. I wish I could tell the difference.

Maybe that's what being real friends are all about - putting up with the hard lessons - both taught and learned together.

But then, as she looks at their unsuspecting, uninterested faces, she will start to think about what that really means. That just like there is more to her than what they see, there is more inside each one of them. What's your story? she will wonder as she scans the room from face to face. And this time, when she pleads with them to read between the lines, she will try to do the same.

She's the kind of person who looks at you when you're talking and asks you questions as if she really cares.

I try to remind myself of all the mean things she's done to me, but in the end it doesn't matter. With Leah, it never did. Even from the very beginning. No matter how much she hurt me, I always came back. All she had to do was reach for my hand and pull.

It makes me want to cry. Sometimes, when someone is nice to you for no reason but when you need it most, that happens.

I care more about the people in books than the people I see every day.

The worst of anything she could do to me would be to make me like her. That's why I ran away.

You feel what you feel, and I feel what I feel, but that doesn't mean you have to fit us into a story and wreck both our lives.

One thing I have learned about grief," I said to her, "is that nothing anyone says to you is useful, but it can still be comforting sometimes to know you're not alone

What I mean is, when I look at other people, other girls in school, and see what they like and what they're happy with and what they want, I don't feel as if I'm a part of their species. And sometimes--sometimes I don't care.

I can't talk about my childhood at all, because cannot say "I" when I mean "we," and if I say "we" it leads to a conversation about how I have a dead sister, instead of what I want to talk about. I found that out in the summer. So I don't talk about it.

But imagine how he'd feel if you said that to him. It's not considering him as a person but as part of a class of inferior things.

I still don't know if you understand!" "That everyone is of equal significance and that the differences between individuals are more important than the differences between broad classes? Oh yes, I'm coming to understand that really well." I

I talked far more than I should have. I knew it even at the time. I just couldn't stop myself. I didn't actually interrupt anyone, which would be unforgivable, I just didn't hold back enough to give other people a turn.

Telephone conversations are so inadequate, so lacking in expression and gesture and everything.

did an exercise at the end of every day, if I could keep awake long enough, when I tried to imagine the inner significance of everyone who had spoken to me that day. Before

Solo è possibile vivere vicino a un altro, e conoscere un'altra persona, senza pericolo di odio, se si ha amore. Qualsiasi amore già è un poco salute, un riposo nella pazzia.

Eu sei: nojo é invenção, do Que-Não-Há, para estorvar que se tenha dó.