Quotes About Empathy

It felt uncomfortable to lie to someone who was being kind. She hadn't known a lie could have a physical weight.

How do we judge a dark landscape? Is it dark because the ones who already live there won't let humans have their piece of the world? Do we judge who is good and who is bad by the color and shape of their skin - or by what resonates in their hearts?

Vlad stared at Simon. "Meg told the Elders they were..." "Bad puppies," Simon finished. "Yeah." A minute passed before Vlad said, "Why?" "They didn't say 'please' when they asked for cookies." "I don't know what to say." Simon scratched behind an ear that was now Wolf-shaped and furry. "That's okay. Meg said plenty for all of us.

I was thinking of something that made me unhappy." Simon stopped snarling and cocked his head, looking more baffled than angry. "Why would you do that?

But other beings shouldn't be forgotten. You knew that when you were a student, felt that need from those no one else wanted to think about. Even demons need a home. Even a dark landscape should feel the warmth of the Light. Why have you forgotten that?

Do we judge who is good and who is bad by the color and shape of their skin - or by what resonates in their hearts?

And thought about the female who, despite being human, he was beginning to see as a friend

I really wish I'd known Natasha and Ilya when I was getting my divorce. They took bloodsucking to a whole different level.

Talking about us and them is part of what caused the trouble and got a lot of people killed in the past year.

Kowalski shrugged. "She's my mate. I can live with it if it makes her happy." Simon looked at the bulging carry sacks Kowalski had in each hand. "Couldn't you just give her the best parts of a bunny?" "Doesn't

Sometimes you need to see the same stars from a different place to help your heart settle when it's hurting.

Simon didn't want to poke his nose into a "girl thing." Potentially dangerous territory, that.

A dumb-ass piece of wisdom that has been proven wrong too many times to count. Words can cause as much damage as a fist. They can leave deep scars that never fully heal. And they can kill.

May I offer you some advice?" Saetan asked. "Not as your father or as the Steward of the court, but as a man who talked to Marian this morning." Misery filling his gold eyes, Lucivar said, "What's your advice?" Saetan smiled dryly. "Get your ass home in time for dinner.

They're never human, Lieutenant. They just mimic us to get what they want.

Having someone sensible to talk to. Meaning someone who doesn't have a wiggle-waggle." -Karla, The Queen's Bargain

There's no room in him yet for something as small as anger.

If someone had told him a few weeks ago that he would befriend a human and care enough to watch over her at night, he would have laughed his tail off.

She looked so painfully cold he didn't have the automatic consideration of whether she'd be edible.

Besides, Jester had told him that Meg felt nervous about being too alone. Very Wolfish of her, not wanting to be too alone. He approved.

You weren't afraid of me when I was Wolf," he said. "Why are you afraid of Nathan?" "He's got big feet!" "What?" An insulted-sounding arrroooo came from the other side of the door, a reminder that Wolves also had big ears.

For now, he and Meg were going to have the adventure of seeing a new place and having a new experience. Together. He wasn't human. Would never be human. And Meg didn't expect him to be. But feeling her hand in his, Simon thought maybe he could learn to be human enough.

The art experience and the theater experience, gyms for the soul, generate heat and exercise the imagination, empathy, creative thinking, patience and tolerance. A gym for the soul is a place where personal investment is required and the return is real.

My job is to transcend my own agenda in order to see the wider context and my job is to cultivate the kind of spaciousness where permission is possible. I try to create the room in which everyone is both participating and responsible.