Quotes About Empathy

The quiet in her was talking to the quiet in him. When

How dreadful that must have been for Aaron, picking up the trash of my life, with no word of apology from me.

went on, sweet, and demure, and winding to a compassionate finale. I know your pain. I know. But madness isn't for you. It never was. You're the one who never goes mad.

How had he read from my mind, my desire for Amadeo?

I want you, the great breaker of rules, to forgive that I have broken yours.

Probablemente. Quizá lo que trato de decirte es que si vamos a estar juntos durante mucho tiempo, deberás acostumbrarte a mí. Tendrás que habituarte a la evasión. Así es como yo soy.

Open your ears, my darling; listen to their prayers; listen to the silence of those who've learned to pray for nothing. For nothing has always been their portion, whatever the name of their nation, their city, their tribe.

As I looked at the child on the bed, I forgot the language of guilt and recrimination.

And so there was this enigmatic creature in a good likeness. A creature asking for sympathy.

Nunca en mi vida he dejado de amar a nadie que haya querido.

Love we need, and love can make us forget and forgive the savagery, as perhaps nothing else can.

Men don't know what can happen. They're happy. But women know everything that can happen. They worry all the time.

But what endures is what has always mattered: love—that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And

Todos llevamos en nuestro corazón la semilla del odio hacia lo que es distinto. No tienen que enseñarnos esos sentimientos. Lo que tenemos que aprender es a no sucumbir a ellos. Los llevamos en la sangre; pero en nuestras mentes anida la caridad y el amor para superarlos.

Maybe because I'd read the chronicles so avidly, I felt Lestat was as close to me as I was to him.

How can you be ashamed of such things? You're a strange creature, very gentle, I think, and out of kilter with your own time.

I confided again that I wanted him, I wanted to share my loneliness. I wanted to share all that I could teach him and give!

You are a creature like me, I wanted to say. We are monsters and we can put our arms around each other. What are they, my guests, but tender things.

Fájdalom. Kimondhatatlan fájdalom. Nem érdekelt, ki mindenki figyel most ebbÅ'l vagy egy másik világból, ki próbál osztozni velem a pillanatban, és ki az, aki pusztán remegve nézi, amint én átélem. Nem számított. Amikor efféle fájdalom ér minket, mindig egyedül vagyunk.

I always understood you. I've always understood Goblin. Are you going to betray all that now?

Again it was words that healed. Words and memory.

But when you feel as if you are but a dry leaf carried by the endless winds of time, and you can bear the thought of what seems like a haphazard wandering no longer, you must go where there is pain and seek to alleviate it.

I believe nobody was ever so used by a friend as I have been by her ever since coming to the Crown.

He didn't have much of a conscience left, but what remained seemed to belong to Bryony.