Quotes About Empathy

Ann M. Martin

Dawn had not yet said anything nice. She was trying to be friendly, but something wasn't right. Did she think I looked terrible? Was she mad at me?

I felt invisible. Nobody had said anything to me since that comment about the celebratory salad. I wished desperately that Mimi were alive. If she were, she'd have been sitting right next to me and she would have known how I was feeling. She'd have shared in Janine's triumph, but then she would have said to me, "Tell me, my Claudia, how was your club meeting today? Did you get any baby-sitting jobs?" Mimi always knew the right thing to say.

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I wished Charlotte had asked for me. It made me feel like I wasn't a good sitter or something, even though I knew that wasn't really true.

Jenny didn't know how to share. She wouldn't cooperate with the other children. She said she wanted to play by herself, but when the other kids left her alone, she complained bitterly. "Nobody likes me," she wailed. She was sitting at a picnic table making a get-well card. She lowered her head onto her arm, the picture of despair.

Dad,' I said, 'you have no idea how hard it is to be a parent.

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Jessi shot Mallory a sidelong glance. She remembered how Mal had celebrated Kwanzaa with the Ramseys the year before. The memory made something inside her tighten with sadness.

Ooh-eee-ooh," wailed Nicky helpfully

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Don't do it, I said. Please? I mean, I understand that you want revenge, but two wrongs don't make a right. I didn't mean to sound like a teacher; the words just popped out.

I felt terrible. What could I do to make Kristy feel better? And if she felt better, would she be nicer to me?

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The whole club has been Abbified. Everyone had grown lazy while I was gone. Or maybe they weren't lazy. Maybe I was being too stubborn. (Hard to imagine, I know.) Sometimes you have to give a little to keep people happy.

Don't let her sit near me, Mary Anne whispered. Can't you guys just kiss and make up? I asked. Ask Claudia. She's the one who decided not to talk to me. Well, you weren't exactly Miss Congealiality yourself. Gene. Congeniality. Whatever.

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And then a frail little girl peered through the doorway. She was thin (I could tell that, even though she was dressed in an oversized top and oversized jeans), and a bright red scarf covered her head. Across the front of her T-shirt were the words: BALD IS BEAUTIFUL. She had to be Danielle Roberts.

Later that night, I tore up the list of mean things to do to Aunt Cecelia.

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with them. Which is more than I can say about

Best friends have to talk a lot.

At this point I was just hoping he wasn't going to be scarred for life.

I mean, Jessi's my best friend. I'll just die if she moves away.