Quotes About Empathy

To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.

When one is out of touch with oneself, one cannot touch others.

But you don't have to fit in to be okay. Believe me! I am the not-fitting-in world expert. I have not fit in in maybe five different countries so far. I am homelandless. I even make mistakes when I speak Bulgarian. But it's not big deal, not really. It's not the end of the world, right? It's okay.

The men who cannot laugh at themselves frighten me even more than those who laugh at everything.

Be aware that you can truly help people only by aiding them to become what they are, not what you are. I have heard you say 'If I were you, I would do this, or that.' 'I' am never 'you'--and my solutions may not be yours.

It was not something you could call friendship; it was at once less and more. The sharing of such experiences created a bond and set them apart from all others. It was not something that could be told to another person. There were no words with a meaning both could understand which would impart the physical horror or the heights and depths of emotion.

Friendship eased the heart and the mind, but there were times when the touch of arms around you healed an ache within that nothing else reached.

Before you pity yourself, take a great deal closer look at others, and then decide with who you would or could change places and what sacrifice of your nature you would be prepared to make in order to do so.

You only hurt people when you tell them the truth about things that they cannot respect or understand

But in our anguish-darkened land, let us draw close, and clasp the hand; our whispered password holds assuagement -- the solemn "Yea, I understand!"

In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.

Some tragedy is always implied when human beings can in no way communicate; what happened at King's is only a special example of it.

A woman like that is not a woman, quite.I have been her kind.

Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.

Somebody sees me, and I see myself through them. Then it's all gone, the whole world falls apart.

Surely all who are locked in boxes of different sizes should have their hands held.

And I say to myself that the trouble with life is that people are strangers.

I don't know if I can go on spilling myself out to people—those strange strangers.

A woman like that is misunderstood. I have been her kind.

Someone brought me oranges in my despair but I could not eat a one

You care and it's all over the place.

You care and its all over the place.