Quotes About Empathy

They were more like the grown-up dog whose family loved it but had to move to an apartment in Korea (is it Korea?) where people sometimes eat dogs.

Quando anche le sue palpebre cominciarono a calare, Tibby si sdraiò con cautela, posando la testa sul cuscino, accanto a quella di Bailey. Sentiva il solletico leggero dei suoi capelli contro la guancia. Le lacrime le scivolarono fuori, scorsero oblique fino alle orecchie e sui capelli di Bailey. Sperava che andasse bene così. Sarebbe rimasta lì a tenere la mano di Bailey tutto il tempo, così lei non avrebbe avuto paura di non averne abbastanza

Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

Carmen] knew a worse friend would have made her feel better.

How sad it was, Carmen thought, that you acted awful when you were desperately sad and hurt and wanted to be loved. How tragic then, the way everyone avoided you and tiptoed around you when you really needed them.

Intimacy came faster when a person wore their pain and poor luck for all to see.

You have been my friend,"                  replied Charlotte. "That in itself                  is a tremendous thing."        Ã¢â'¬â€E. B. White

loving a person was all you could do.

Remember: Pants=Love. Love your pals. Love yourself.

I agreed sincerely and ardently

That was her life's challenge. Not to shy away from the pain. Not to deny it, but rather to take it on. Give it a voice if it needed one. Accept that it had a right to be.

Mattie felt sympathy and judgement growing together. They didn't cancel each other out.

I think one of the reasons I don't talk to some people about it is because they are so judgmental. Quite frankly, it's not that society can't understand, it's that they won't understand. People choose to not understand. —

My personal struggle is to get beyond thinking I'm not worth caring about. I am here. I do exist. Maybe by adding my two cents I can help other moms who feel the way I do. Maybe they will find someone who cares. —

One time we couldn't even get out the front door, there was so much being thrown, so everybody retreated, including the person who was going to drive the van. I remember the driver crying; it had never happened to him before. The lady who was with him just kept saying, "Oh, this is normal, this is normal." And he kept saying, "These poor girls, these poor girls.

She said, "You know, if we're gonna have a relationship I want you to know who I am. I'm gay." I said, "I don't care." And I really don't care because, oh God, if you can find love you're lucky.

I remember thinking I wished it was a boy, because boys can't have children. I thought, "I gave birth to a little girl who's going to have to go through this, that poor little thing." I had always thought boys had it better than women. All my life, you know? And that whole experience made me feel even more so—that it's the girls who get punished, the girls who suffer through all of this stuff, and the girls who can't talk about it.

You are lucky you are a writer because you will sort through this in ways other souls cannot; the bad part is you feel and see all of this in ways non-writers don't.

For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you.

You are going to love some of your characters, because they are you or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some of your characters for the same reason. But no matter what, you are probably going to have to let bad things happen to some of the characters you love or you won't have much of a story. Bad things happen to good characters, because our actions have consequences, and we do not all behave perfectly all the time.

Say things you'd like to hear if you were in the audience. Make the audience feel good. Flatter them." "Flatter them." "Just use good sense." "Claudia?" "Yeah?" "I think maybe I was born without good sense.

There are people you've known a long time and you know you're never really going to like. And there are people that you meet and grow to like. Then there are people you meet and you like instantly.

Well, that was very kind of Claudia, but I didn't want the twines.

I wondered what being the only black student in your grade would feel like. I guessed it would feel no different from being the only anything in your grade. I was the only one in our grade with seven brothers and sisters, including 10-year-old triplets. But I knew that wasn't quite the same. The kids couldn't tell that just by looking at me, but Jessica's coffee-colored skin was there for the world to see.