Quotes About Empathy

You can get the measure of a man by observing the way he treats his animals

I would not have the world be cruel to you," she emphasized. "I would not have Vincent Astor be cruel to you. But if—when—those things happen, I would not have you be cruel in return. Kinder hearts are stronger, I think.

There are certain people in this world who have the ability to make you feel as if you're the only person in the universe who matters to them.

There are certain people in this world who have the ability to make you feel as if you're the only person in the universe who matters to them. Whether it's moment by moment or enough years to count up to a lifetime, they look you in the eyes and smile at you, direct and sincere—and you're smitten.

But if—when—those things happen, I would not have you be cruel in return. Kinder hearts are stronger, I think.

Kinder hearts are stronger, I think.

Kinder hearts are stronger, her mother had once

Don't be difficult." That was the wrong thing to say.

He felt her hands reach for his mask, untying it and removing it. He let her but stiffened when she ran a hand over his scarred cheek. "Did I hurt you?" "No. But you needn't touch me there." "I want to touch you everywhere." He stilled, allowing her to caress his scar then place a soft kiss on it. He had the sense that she cherished him, every part of him, even the damaged, scarred parts he didn't want anyone to see.

I brought my face inches away from hers and whispered, 'If I were strapped like that, I would hate it, too.' And then I felt foolish, for what was the point of empathizing without taking more positive action? I wanted to touch her again but I left and returned to my room feeling impoverished and weak.

Zain pinched my skin. I surprised myself when I instantly flipped up that same arm and gripped her wrist hard. I said, in a soft voice, "Don't do that." There was no smile on my face now. But that was when her facade broke, and she was suddenly grinning. I felt her body relax. My grip relaxed then, too, but I did not let go of her hand. I remained unsmiling, suddenly frightened, but not of her.

A piece of advice his father had given him surfaced in Edgar's mind. Sometimes, he had said, it's better just to keep quiet and think with your heart.

My granny Torrelli says when you are angry with someone, so angry you are thinking hateful things, so angry maybe you want to punch them, then you should think of the good things about them, and the nice things they've said, and why you liked them in the first place.

It is a relief to discover that although there might be axe murderers and kidnappers in the world, most people seem a lot like us: sometimes afraid and sometimes brave, sometimes cruel and sometimes kind.

The second jealousy is this: I am jealous that my mother had wanted more children. Wasn't I enough? When I walk in her moccasins, though, I say, If I were my mother, I might want more children--not because I don't love my Salamanca, but because I love her so much. I want more of these.

On their way home, John said, "Marta, that's a long way to go so that Jacob can have a friend." "Shh," Marta said. "Ears." "What?" "We all have ears. Everyone in this car can hear, John." "Well, of course we all have ears. Oh.

It seemed a shame that Aunt Jessie and Uncle Nate spent so much time chasing the dead. And yet, I could see how they were trying so hard to keep the dead alive

I hated her that day. I didn't care how upset she was about her mother, I really hated her, and I wanted her to leave. I wondered if this was how my father felt when I threw all those temper tantrums. Maybe he hated me for a while.

She was lying, still and gray, on the bed. A little dribble was coming out of one side of her mouth. Gramps was leaning over her, whispering in her ear. A nurse said, "I don't think she can hear you." "Of course she can hear me," Gramps said. "She'll always be able to hear me.

when he left, my dad said two things. First: Sometimes I envy your mom not being able to hear and Second: If Uncle Bill is allergic to cats maybe he won't be able to visit us anymore. Ha ha ha.

What is forgiveness worth without trust?

She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair.

I can't talk. I can't walk. I can't feed myself or take myself to the bathroom. Big bummer.

He fell in love with her because I didn't suit him anymore - nor him, me, though I could not see it, but he saw it for me.