Quotes About Empathy

Just think before you complain about stuff other people would love to have.

I think an inspirational quote can get you through hard times." "Like what?" asks Gat. Mirren pauses. Then she says: "Be a little kinder than you have to.

It is better to be alone, she figures, than to be with someone who can't see who you are. It is better to lead than to follow. It is better to speak up than stay silent. It is better to open doors than to shut them on people.

Don't pretend you would never hurt anybody.

I guess that is why they've been here. I needed them.

When we say Shut up, Gat, that isn't what we mean at all.

No one here is a criminal. No one is an addict. No one is a failure.

Don't cause distress, she said. Don't remind people of a loss. "Do you understand, Cady? Silence is a protective coating over pain.

They can't beat when I'm unhappy. They try and fix it; they'd fix the whole world if they could, just to make me feel better-even when it's none of their business. It's one of the many hazards of being an only child.

Sometimes people are mean because they feel insecure about themselves.

Be a little kinder than you have to." We are all silenced by that. It seems impossible to argue with. Then Johnny says, "Never eat anything bigger than your ass.

You would have been a light in the dark for so many people.

Be a little kinder than you have to, Cady, and things will be all right.

She wanted to see all his scars, see all of him, and she felt suddenly, intensely certain that he was a safe person to show her own scars to.

No estoy hablando del destino. Yo no creo en el destino, ni en las almas gemelas, ni en lo sobrenatural. Lo que quiero decir es que nos comprendíamos el uno al otro. Totalmente.

I am not talking about fate. I don't believe in destiny or soul mates or the supernatural. I just mean we understood each other. All the way. - Cady

I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scab on his elbow and the scar that laced through one eyebrow.

He didn't shut up when people wanted him to, he made them listen - and then he listened in return. He refused to take things lightly, though he was always quick to laugh.

She would love herself, even with her sadness and her distractibility, her defenses and her failures. The process of making would stretch open the universe until it was frighteningly and gloriously wide with possibility.

I am not talking about fate. I don't believe in destiny or soul mates or the supernatural or any of that stuff. I just mean we understood each other. All the way

As if talking about something could make it better. As if wounds needed attention.

Gat almost always saw, though. When blood dripped on my bare feet or poured over the book I was reading, he was kind. He wrapped my wrists in soft white gauze and asked me questions about what had happened...as if talking about something could make it better. As if wounds needed attention.

When blood dripped on my bare feet or poured over the book I was reading, he was kind.

Here is something I love about Gat: he is so enthusiastic, so relentlessly interested in the world, that he has trouble imagining the possibility that other people will be bored with what he's saying.