Quotes About Empathy

The hardest part about being an outcast, isn't the love you don't receive. It's the love you long to give that nobody wants.

People tend to consider beig vulnerable a bad thing. It's not. Vulnerability reminds us that we're human. It keeps us open to giving and receiving love. Without at least a little, we can become someone living n a prison of our own making, where the walls are so thick that no one can get in or out.

This book is a labor of love. It is dedicated to people who have cried themselves to sleep because they were 'different'. It is also a celebration of the 'inner outcast' in all of us, and a humble attempt to inspire tolerance, understanding, and acceptance." the intro from the author

I can't change what happened to you in the past, but together we may be able to use your experience to help protect other people.

I could never leave,' Pine Sap said. 'Why?' she asked. Pine Sap shrugged, and gestured in the direction of the village. 'Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are my bones.

I'll teach you," Tiger Lily offered with a shrug of her shoulders. "Did your mother teach you?" he asked. "I don't have a mother," she said. "Like you." For some reason, Peter was glad to hear it.

Sometimes love means not being able to bear seeing the one you love the way they are, when they're not what you hoped for them.

Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are in my bones.

It was almost as if he was giving her his silence, so that all of her anger had a place to go.

Friends, she had realized, could make you do that. Forget the things that worried you most.

I think people everywhere are the same. Only these people are my bones.

But Lily pushed on. "Why do you think that is, that you love these people you don't know?" Adri shook her head. "I don't. I'm just curious." Lily shrugged. Offhandedly, as they were leaving the room, she said, "Maybe it's because you're invisible to them. Maybe that's why you let them in." She tapped on the wall on her way out, as if for good luck. "It's less scary that way.

Something about you makes me feel like I can tell you things like that. You're so still. It's like, you'll just hear it." He smiled wryly. "I can't even hear what I'm thinking most of the time," he said, his brow wrinkling. "My brain's noisy.

When Peter made mistakes, Wendy cheered for him anyway. One afternoon he beat her and everyone else in a race organized by Slightly. She only laughed and squeezed his wrist with easy affection and told him how fast he was. She was so undeterred by losing that it made the boys wonder if winning was exactly what they'd thought it was or if in England it was different.

But you are the only person I can show myself to. You always made my rough edges feel real.

Barky was at her heels, and he let out a low, plaintive growl. She scooped him up and held him to her face the way Birdie had held the kitten---so naturally. They sniffed each other's noses. It felt kind of good.

I was so nervous when I put my hand on his cheek and felt the scars and said, "You're a beautiful sight," and put my lips to his.

Ohhh," Pumpkin moaned. May moaned in her heart too.

This is what I think the world is showing me. We are souls at a common cause. We are only here to love. That was my great story all along. We are here to take chances, and fail, and keep trying.

I think people are the same everywhere. Only these people are my bones.

Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are my bones.

Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.