Quotes About Empathy

he's telling the kids to help others when they need help, and to accept help when they need it themselves.

We contain the other, hopelessly and forever." —James Baldwin

We thought the boy might want this.

Edward swallows. Like a dutiful student, he follows her train of thought. Voldemort equals plane crash. Dead parents equal dead parents. Harry equals him.

He closes his eyes for a second, and Edward sees the lines of pain on Gary's face; they're the same lines—carved by loss—that engrave Edward's whole self, and the boy shudders in recognition.

wouldn't have done that to you"—Edward looks at his uncle and then over at Shay; this applies to her too—"because I know what it's like to be left behind.

we're skeptical and filled with cynicism, then we see that in each other. And it's so important that we try to live in the world that we want to live in.

that person is wonderful, he or she is still somewhat ready, and so are the people who loved them.

I'm not going to waste their kindness.

that just because you never thought about someone didn't mean they weren't inside you." ? Ann Napolitano, Hello Beautiful

reimagining herself. She was Julia's wild hair, she was the lake her husband had once been carried out of, and no matter what happened next, she was love.

She could feel her friends' love pushing past her skin, into her body, and she cried too.

It occurred to him, for the first time, that just because you never thought about someone didn't mean they weren't inside you.

This act of generosity—Cecelia and Emeline had nothing to gain from him, personally—still struck him as extraordinary.

Many things will hurt you and me for we are very much alike. But will these things hurt us less if we refuse to accept them? Can we ease our hurts by refusing comfort from those who love us?

Lonely is a funny thing,' she said slowly. 'It's almost like another person. After a while, it'll keep you company if you'll let it

Being alone in a marriage is worse than being alone.

We might have been friends, if you had had a slightly lower set of standards, if your judgements of people had been less unkind, less critical; if that outer layer of pride had not been so prickly, so impenetrable.

That any human being should willingly afflict a fellow being who had never injured, or even offended him; that, unswayed by passion, he should deliberately become the means of torturing him, appeared to Vivaldi nearly incredible!

to the enjoyments of a writer of romance, conscious of inventive power. If in the mere perusal of novels we lose our painful sense of the realities of "this unimaginable world," and delightedly participate in the sorrows, the joys, and the struggles of the persons, how far more intensely must an authoress like Mrs. Radcliffe feel that outgoing of the heart, by which individuality is multiplied, and we seem to pass a hundred lives!

Do you believe your heart to be, indeed, so hardened, that you can look without emotion on the suffering, to which you would condemn me?

She wanted to complain, not to be consoled; and it was by exclamations of complaint only, Emily learned the particular circumstances of her affliction

Remember, too, that one act of beneficence, one act of real usefulness, is worth all the abstract sentiment in the world. Sentiment is a disgrace, instead of an ornament, unless it lead us to good actions.

Jesse Jackson is a leader and a teacher who can open our hearts and open our minds and stir our very souls.