Quotes About Empathy

They have never known pain

Put your hands on me," he directed, aware that in such anguish The Giver might need reminding. The hands came, and the pain came with them and through them.

What did you perceive? The Giver asked. Warmth, Jonas replied

Jonas thought of his favorite female, Fiona, and shivered. He wouldn't want his gentle friend to suffer the way he had, taking on the memories.

Things will be sacrificed; people will suffer. That is the way life works when we are human.

If you make it plain you like people, it's hard for them to resist liking you back.

But when he's cut, I bleed.

You try to give away what you want yourself.

It was hell to be so tired, and still care.

People give themselves to you, in their talking, and in other ways, if you are quiet and patient and let them, and not in such a damned rush to give yourself to them you go bat-blind and deaf.

I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

I had to discover and teach myself all kinds of tricks to get people to respond to the inside of me, and not the outside.

It indicates a deep confusion of thinking to mistake one's own discomfort for a benefit to another.

Let me help. Rhymes with I love you, right?

Your Reverence, I do not hate any man in this world enough to inflict the results of my prayers upon him.

For Berry, you just be there, Whit. Be the one person in the wide green world she doesn't have to explain it to, because you were there and saw it all for yourself. Hand her a clean cloth if she cries or bleeds, and some warm thing for the pain that doubles her over. The time to hold her will come. This day isn't over yet.

I was so afraid for you, I forgot to be afraid for your enemies. I should have remembered. Dear Captain.

He who plots revenge must dig two graves.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

We cannot protect anyone from being alive, Master Bosha. No matter how much we might wish to.

Of course, compared to Serg, Tien wasn't much worse than foolish and venal. But it was hard to watch. No nine-year-old should have to deal with something this vile, this close to his heart. What will it make him?" "Eventually . . . ten," the Count said. "You do what you have to do. You grow or go under. You have to believe he will grow.

Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan. Occupation: security risk. Hobbies: falling off walls, disappointing sick old men to death, making girls cry.

Well, I don't hate him. Can't say as I worship him, either." She paused a long time, and looked up to meet her mother's eyes square on. "But when he's cut, I bleed.

Ethan thought he understood how a propaganda-stuffed young soldier must feel the first time in combat, stumbling by some sudden chance over his enemy's human face. He had gloried for a red moment in his power to break her. Now he stood foolishly with the pieces in his hands. Not at all heroic.