Quotes About Empathy

He's so kindhearted no dog has ever barked at him. No child has ever cried in front of him. No bee has ever tried to sting him.

When you help others, your own troubles aren't as heavy. In fact, you can fold them like a handkerchief and place them in your pocket. They're still there, but they're not the only thing you carry.

Then I understood that when someone begins to tell you her story, you are entwined together. Perhaps even more so if the ending hasn't been divulged. It was exactly like dreaming the same dream, then waking too soon and never finding out what had happened.

I'm sticking with books. They never let you down and they don't judge you.

Why can't people say what they mean at the time?

Now Franny understood that you must be yourself no matter what; anything else was a lie, and a denial of who you were would always cause grief. What you put out into the world came back to you threefold. If you could not accept yourself, you would be reviled and cast out, adrift in the world.

Such was the case with most unhappy students; they avoided even one another, so intent on their own unhappiness they failed to notice the other lost souls around them.

As Gary understands it, the greatest portion of grief is the one you dish out for yourself, and he and Sally have both served themselves from the same table tonight, the only difference being that he knows what he's missing, and she has no idea what is causing her to cry as she drives down the Turnpike.

The truth is, some of your closest friends may disappear during your most difficult times. These people have their own history and traumas; they may not be able to deal with yours. They may belong to the before .

And what of monsters? Can they love too? We know quite well they can. For we know that they do.

I had been blind to the pain of others until I had my own burden to carry.

Frances was sulky and suspicious, while Jet was kindhearted and so sensitive that a negative remark could make her break into hives.

when somebody's that nasty, it's because she must have walked through fire. Those comments you're getting are flying off her like sparks without her even knowing she's all burned up inside.

A familiar is such a creature, an animal or bird that sees inside to the very soul of its human companion, and knows what others might not. What fears there might be, and what joys, for it shares the emotions of its human partner.

I'm old, Franny reminded him when she noticed his bleak expression. But it's still me in here. So be careful. Vincent laughed, then offered his arm so that Franny could link her arm through his.

A lot of people don't know what to do about grief. I don't blame you for a thing.

To friendship," she agreed, although for the longest time they didn't let go of each other and she knew exactly what he was thinking—This must be fate—for that was what she was thinking as well.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse. There was something that come between Emily and other people, a white linen curtain, hazy. It made the world quieter and farther away, although occasionally she could see through to the other side.

Here is the most difficult aspect of forgiveness: You have to ask in order to receive it.

Franny stood up with the intention of leaving. When Hay took her arm, she glared at him. But he was looking at her the way he used to, when he was the only person in the world who really knew her.

He carried so much suffering that it radiated out in waves. Sorrow is like that: whenever a person runs, it comes after him; it leaves an endless trail of pain.

Let my burden be your burden, and yours be mine.

Women pitied her, but went on their way; they had their own troubles to attend to, and mercy was a scarce commodity.

Let love be one, let it heal what had been broken, let it open the door to hope for the future.