Quotes About Empathy

He gently and clumsily lifted the little boy into his arms. His head went onto Preacher's shoulder and it felt odd. Preacher didn't have a lot of experience with carrying around children, but he liked the way it felt. He gave the boy's back a few long, slow strokes.

Wouldn't a guy feel funny about his girl getting raped? Like maybe not wanting to… You know… Seems like a guy wouldn't want to touch her after that." "Like she was dirty? Come on," he said, laughing. "Don't think like that. When something bad happens to the girl you love, you just love her that much harder." "Really?" "Of course, really." "She

Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we'd give blood. —CHARLES DICKENS

No one should make you cry like this. Tell me who he is. I'll kill him for you." "I wasted so much time on him," she said with a hiccup of emotion. He kissed her eyes. "He's a dick," he said. "Worse. He's a stupid dick." She responded with a small, whimpering laugh. He

The secret is learning to accept people as they are, not as you wish them to be.

Over time, she felt Bobby had had some recognition—there were times he'd turn his head, seem to look at her, even move his head closer as if nuzzling her, then close his eyes as though he knew she was there, as though he could smell her, feel her. She might've been the only one to think that way, but she believed that, somewhere inside that completely incapacitated body, he lived a little bit, knew he was with his wife and family, knew he was loved.

Concentrate on the good you can do and don't gnaw on the hopeless cases. It'll just make you sad.

And it's my opinion that people who don't like dogs are coldhearted and impatient.

No one deserves cruelty of any kind. Not on their worst day." Just

Before you go, I want you to know you've been that kind of friend to me,

Tell me your secrets. Tell me when you were most afraid.

There's a great trick to escaping the pain of loss, and that is giving.

Not much that happened on the beach got by Charlie Simmons. He was fourteen and his mother was the nurse who tended Winnie Banks, a lady with ALS who lived on the hill overlooking the beach. Charlie came to work with his mother every day. He hung out around the house, the town, the beach. He was, more than anything, a practiced observer. More observer than participant, something he'd change if possible. It

Paige looked up at him, smiled sweetly, and it made him feel all soupy inside. Her eyes were so sad, so scared. She couldn't help it, he understood that. If it weren't for the fear, he might actually take her hand to give her courage—but she wasn't just afraid of whoever did that to her. She was afraid of everything, including him.

And now Patrick owed her. You hardly ever run into the kind of person who can really hold you in an open hand, never threatened or competitive, always loving you enough to want you to have everything you've imagined possible. Angie, only twenty-three, had that down. She was all selfless love. She was going to leave her mark and the world would be a better place for it.

I don't deserve you," she said in a whisper. "I think you're the best friend I've ever had.

One of the best ways to help the world is to never be a burden to it. Give money, give time, give love, and make sure you give yourself a little to spare so you're not the one in need.

I've been told I can be a lot to take. Especially lately…" He grabbed her hand before she could leave. "No, you're not," he said. "Maybe you should have another cup of coffee." She

After a little while, Jack pulled him up, hoisted him over his shoulder and carried him about a mile down the road to meet their convoy. And Jack had said, Let it out, buddy. After you get it all out, you stick to me like duct tape—I'm your mother now.

What movie did you decide on?" "What Women Want. Mel Gibson." "I better pay attention to that one," he laughed. "I seem to be deficient in that department." When they'd finished, he picked up their trays. "You can start it or wait for me to do dishes, your choice." "I'll wait," she said. And once the water was running in the little kitchen, she murmured, "And you're not deficient in anything." *

Noah realized with some embarrassment that he wanted to hold her and comfort her, whisper all the right words that would bring her peace of mind. He wanted to be the one to get her through this. To rescue her. To put his arms around her, protect her and bring contentment where there was fear and pain. Hope. He would show her hope where there was hopelessness.

Real travel would be to see the world, for even an instant, with another's eyes

When I die, this is the only gold that will go with me. What does one take after death? Just one's good deeds and the love of others.

I had rediscovered people in my past and come to terms with my feelings towards them. I had learnt what love was. That love wanted the best possible for those you cared for even if that excluded yourself. That before, I had wanted to possess people without loving them, and now I could love them and wish them the best without needing them.