Quotes About Empathy

She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but now they were deep embedded there, all the pain of the world. Not pain to make you feel for somebody else but pain to make you stop feeling.

love is the only thing we have to save us

Once she was standing by her locker and her puka shells broke and scattered and she made a joke about it but he could tell she was upset. He wanted to buy her some more. He wanted to give her a million strands of little nesting polished shells, and tropical flowers and ice creams and lemonades and a pale blue surfboard to teach her to surf on and anything else she wanted. Instead he let his checkered Vans step on one of the rolling shells and crush it.

Be love because you are.

I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.

Why else were we here except to love?

my love wants to change the world she thinks she has so much to give not realizing how much she takes from others my love is loyal until she senses rejection of any kind then she flies like a bird but has less memory of where she came from i would like to protect you from my love

I used to hate how afraid my mom was and how afraid she had made me. Now I understand but I can no longer be like her.

Everybody at Sweet Valley High, even Elizabeth, seemed to forget that there was ever a fat and ugly Robin. But Robin would never forget.

The way Carl's face lit up just then made Elizabeth realize that their brief encounter was probably one of the happiest moments of his life. How sad for him, she thought, her heart beginning to go out to this pitiable man.

Because the people we love, who love us, are the ones who will forgive us later on when it all blows over.

Jessica? No!" Elizabeth couldn't bear for Robin to be so hurt, so disillusioned. "She was your friend!

Regina seemed so good-natured about her handicap that Jessica could hardly believe it. Then a horrible thought entered her mind. Is Nicholas deaf, too? she asked.

my best friend's problems, but I can't

Consequently, we sympathize. We identify. We care. In fact, most writers would like you to identify

Yvonne had created this place for her and for others like her: born into the wrong life, the wrong body, an innocent victim of God's mistake.

Who would you rather live with, a bunch of bonobos feeling good? Or chimpanzees eating each other's babies? Or humans waterboarding each other and destroying the planet?

In part what made the club such a haven was its power to make each person feel temporarily less alone.

end of this painful story: a man possessed and maddened enough to write such letters, and a bereaved father receiving them, until at last he reached the point at which he refused to read any more.

If you love me as you claim to, then you love her as well. She's part of me. Do you understand? She's part of my flesh and my life. When you say things against her, you say them against me. When you cut her, you cut me. Do you understand?

All the way back, she had imagined him gloating and taunting, rubbing her face in her own broken pride. Instead, he knelt before her and washed her dirty, blistered feet. Throat burning, she looked down at his dark head and struggled with the feelings rising in her. She waited for them to die away, but they wouldn't.

Tell me how on God's green earth we can dare offer salvation to a dying world when we're so busy shooting our own wounded.

We all just use each other in one way or another. To feel good. To feel bad. To feel nothing at all. The lucky ones are real good at it.

One person standing on the Rock can throw a lifeline to others drowning in the sea. He