Quotes About Empathy

Once I saw him crying over a deer a hunter had shot and left to die. I was stunned to see my strong father cry. But now if he were here, he would tell me that real strength has no boundaries. The more you feel, the stronger you are, I hear him say to me.

He wished he could somehow let Claire know this was what love was. The ability to ask for something. The desire to give someone what they asked for.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

She once told me that anyone who gets married had better like herself, because there's nobody else in this world that she'll ever really know, not truly.

Although she'd never believe it, those lines in Gillian's face are the most beautiful part about her. They reveal what she's gone through and what she's survived and who exactly she is, deep inside.

Maybe if she watches him closely enough she'll understand what makes one person kind and another, herself for instance, mistrustful and hopeless.

One of the cruelest children had glued a nametag to the mouse's back. Sali had been scrawled in crude letters, but Sally took not the slightest pleasure in the misspelling of her name. She had cried over the little curled-up body, with its tiny whiskers and perfect paws, but when her teacher had asked what was wrong, she'd only shrugged, as though she had lost the power of speech.

I had always done as he asked, not because I was bound to do so by duty but because I saw the depth of who he was and how he himself suffered.

Her mother warned that being different could cause grief, for men often destroyed what they didn't understand.

Sometime after the accident, her parents stopped talking to each other unless they needed to discuss a household chore or a doctor's appointment. It's true, tragedy can bring you closer or drive you apart.

She's not a demon, she's a woman," my mother said sadly. "In this case, that's worse.

To find someone, it was necessary to follow in the way that the angels who follow men's lives on earth are said to do, charting each trespass without judgment, for judgment is never ours to give.

Não há quem possa brigar com tanta ferocidade quanto uma mãe e uma filha, mas ninguém que possa perdoar tão completamente.

Into this cake Lila had baked three gifts: a cool hand to test for fevers, a kiss with the power to chase away nightmares, a heart that can tell when it's time to let go.

So often love was invisible; sometimes only two people could see it, and everyone else was blind.

deep inside could only be deciphered by someone who understood how easily a heart could be broken. "Wake up," Shelby would

Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

Loss does different things to different people. Some fall apart. Some, like the Finder, rebuild. I have done both. I have crawled under my table and refused to come out. I have covered myself with thorns and tattoos. I have planted a garden, reached out to my neighbors, begun to write down my story. Surely, I can never sit in judgment of the lost or the found.

I told you not to park there," some woman would say to her husband outside a movie theater or a flea market, and those words would move Gillian to tears. How wonderful to say whatever you wanted without having to go over it in your mind, again and again, to make certain it wouldn't set him off.

Love was contagious, it passed from soul to soul, it woke a person up and shook her even when she wanted to be left alone.

It's still horrible to wish the worst on anyone. I'm sure she had her reasons. Maybe people hurt her feelings, the same way I was hurt. A single word can feel like a rock being thrown at you.

we saw the edges of one another's souls.

What belonged to you once, will always belong to you. Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

Matt and Will got out and hoisted the wolfhound inside. The faithful deserve something, on this everyone agreed: kindness, at least, consideration, naturally; most of all, the right to their grief.