Quotes About Empathy

I can't say I forgive her for refusing to indulge the perhapsness of what we might have been, but I understand why she chose to do it, and she never asked for my forgiveness.

Sorry,' I apologized, realizing she was the sort of girl who got upset when someone used an unfamiliar word, rather than learning what it meant.

I don't know which is worse," Cassidy mused, "when people laugh at things that aren't funny, or when they don't laugh at things that are.

I reached for the switch on my desk lamp and flashed HELLO. The lights switched off in Cassidy's bedroom, and her flashlight flicked on. SORRY. "She's sorry," I told Cooper, because he didn't understand Morse code. He lifted his head as if to say But you already knew that, old sport. Her flashlight flickered again. FORGIVE ME. This time, I didn't hesitate. ALWAYS, I replied.

as far as I know, scientists have yet to discover the proper reaction to "I'm sorry.

I knew what is was like to have people stare at you with pity. For everyone's gaze to follow you through the hallways as though you were marked by tragedy and no longer belonged. And I could understand why she hadn't wanted that.

So anyway, I'm sorry I was a dick.' 'It's fine,' I said. 'No, shut up, I'm atoning.

You can't end a relationship by ignoring it, you can only hurt the other person's feelings and make the inevitable breakup even worse.

There's no shame in following your heart," said Gawain. "But my brother needs to watch where he steps while doing so. And on whom he steps.

I like you like this," Cassidy said. "Like what?" I asked as I merged onto Eastwood Boulevard. "Talking. You hold back if there are too many people around.

Here, Faulkner. Behold the girly texts," Toby said, holding out his phone. "And note that I put up with them solely due to our friendship.

Who is this?' I asked. 'Phoebe Bridgers,' she said. 'I'll make you a playlist.

because we were in love with the same dead girl.

Leah had not realized until she sat down at the table with her book club friends that she'd been waiting all year for this moment. To reunite with women who understood and didn't judge her, and women whom she could call friends.

if there's one message that comes up again and again, it's 'Love conquers Fear.

In a time when people have forgotten how to be neighbors, simply sharing a meal or a movie together is a political act.

But truth cannot be separated from tears. To live in truth requires accepting suffering.

She worries that her friends don't grasp that suffering is a normal part of life—even of part of a good life, in that suffering teaches us how to be patient, kind, and loving. She doesn't want them to give her advice about how to escape her problems; she just wants them to help her live through them.

Father John told the mourning priest, "Join your grief with the grief of others, and then you will find it easier to carry.

Unlike the Bolsheviks, who were hardened revolutionaries, SJWs get their way not by shedding blood, but by shedding tears

I went back to look for you. Not understanding the language of hello, I thought I'd speak it just the same.

I was deeply interested in conveying what is a deeply felt conviction of my own. This is simply to suggest that human beings must involve themselves in the anguish of other human beings. This, I submit to you, is not a political thesis at all. It is simply an expression of what I would hope might be ultimately a simple humanity for humanity's sake.

Never make the mistake of assuming the audience is any less intelligent than you are.

The important thing is to know when to laugh, or since laughing is somewhat undignified to smile. But the smile must be of the right kind must have understanding in it, and friendliness, and a good deal of patience.