Quotes About Empathy

She just looked at me, and I wondered what on earth it was about her that made me be so honest. Like she was sick with truth, and really contagious.

No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn't happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they're important ones...you might as well hold on to them.

In the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred.

In the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred. When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.

the love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that's the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot, Remy.

The important thing to remember, ... is that you are a human being and worthy of respect.

As our eyes met, I thought again of that long-ago afternoon in the courthouse. When faced with the scariest of the things, all you want is to turn away, hide in your own invisible place. But you can't. That's why it's not only important for us to be seen, but to have someone to look for us, as well.

All anyone really wants from another person is their attention. It's so easy to give and counts for so much.

Sorry? For what, Mom? She looked at me, eyes widening, For not protecting you, she said. All this time I'd been the one with everything to hide, everything to be ashamed of. Is hadn't even occurred to me that someone else might think to take the blame. I should have known what was happening. I should have known just by looking at you

Nobody seemed to understand that the only person I could count on not to bring up my dad, not to feel sorry for me, or make The Face -other than my mother- was me.

When people first heard this, or saw me and remembered it, they always made that face. The one with the sad look, accompanied by the cock of the head to the side and the softening of the chin—oh my goodness, you poor thing. While it was usually well intentioned, to me it was just a reaction of muscles and tendons that meant nothing. Nothing at all. I hated that face. I saw it everywhere.

Nobody was all bad, I was learning. Even the worst person had someone who cared about them at some point.

When faced with the scariest of things, all you want is to turn away, hide in your own invisible place. But you can't. That's why it's not only important for us to be seen, but to have someone to look for us, as well.

feeling and action are always linked

There's a certain sound that can only be made by a group of women. It's not just chatter, or even conversation, but almost a melody of words and exhalations. (315)

Look, everyone mourns at their own pace. Maybe you're just a little bit ahead of her, but she'll get to you eventually. The important thing is that you keep trying to talk to each other, even if it's difficult at first. It gets easier. I promise.

But being nice wasn't as easy as it seemed, especially when the rest of the world could be so mean.

Truth: I was having trouble keeping up. Not just with this conversation, but the people actually having it. I'd spent so much time alone lately that I'd forgotten what it was like to be relaxed in another person's company. I liked it.

What can I do to make you happy?

My own life felt flat and sad too much of the time; it was reassuring, somehow, to lose myself in someone else's

I loved him so much," I said. "No one can even understand what losing him was like." "That's the thing, though." He exhaled, looking down. "I wasn't trying to get what it was about him. I just felt that finally, maybe, i was starting to understand you.

You know," he said after a moment, "it's a shame you feel that way. Because I think he likes you." I just looked at him. "Did you not hear him tell me I was fat the other day?" "He didn't say you were fat," Nate replied. "He said you looked a little rotund." "How is that different?

It was easier to just be mad at my mom; sympathy and empathy are complicated things.

Don't think, or judge. Just listen