Quotes About Empathy

I watched as that kid died. In his last few seconds there was pure terror in his eyes. You can't do that. You can't do that to a person. I don't care what anybody tells me, I don't care how many people go crazy and die, I don't care if the whole shuck human race ends. Even if that was the only thing that had to happen to find the cure, I'd still be against it.

Wonder why we can do this,' he called out with his mind. The mental effort of speaking to her was already straining—he felt a headache forming like a bulge in his brain. 'Maybe we were lovers,' Teresa said. Thomas tripped and crashed to the ground. Smiling sheepishly at Minho, who'd turned to look without slowing, Thomas got back up and caught up to him. 'What?' he finally asked. He sensed a laugh from her, a watery image full of color.

I am a Crank, Minho! I am a Crank! Why can't you get that through your bloody head? If you had the Flare and knew what you were about to go through, would you want your friends to stand around and watch? Huh? Would you want that?

I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. I'm so sorry." Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say. "Me ... too," she whispered. "I only ever ... cared for...

I don't know who you people are, but I hope you're happy. I hope you get a real buggin' kick out of watching us suffer. And then you can die and go to hell. This is on you.

It's your incalculable ability to trust others that has always touched me. And I'm sorry to have taken advantage of it so many times" - Dr. Paige

That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.

I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters

Thomas kept his focus on Gally. He saw a sadness in the boy's eyes that made his heart break. And he also saw something he'd never seen there before: trust. Genuine trust.

You quit treating people like animals and maybe I'll consider it.

No. Just thinking about how much my life sucks." "Mine does, too. Sucks big-time. But I'm glad I'm with you.

Hey, back to me, guys. I'm supposed to be traumatized, and you're supposed to be making me feel better. So far, you suck at it.

His joy dribbled away, turned into a deep mourning for the twenty people who'd lost their lives. Despite the alternative, despite knowing that if they hadn't tried to escape, all of them might've died, it still hurt, even though he hadn't known them very well. Such a display of death—how could it be considered a victory?

Sorry, Tommy," Newt muttered in his ear. "Could've been a bit more gentle.

Hey, buddy, you suck at suicide negotiations.

Shut up! Do you think we're morons?" Michael kept his expression blank. Oh how badly he wanted to say "Yup.

Don't give up, Chuck. We're gonna solve this thing, get out of here. I'm a Runner now—I promise on my life I'll get you back to that room of yours. Make your mom quit crying." And Thomas meant it. He felt it burn in his heart.

Sometimes you have to let go. Sometimes you have to let others share your burden.

How could they be in the same room and not joke about some smell or make fun of some clueless slouch nearby? How could she ever stand in front of him and not leap at the chance to communicate telepathically?

Tom, I'm really sorry. I can tell you're having a hard time forgiving me. Would you be any different? No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

Maybe you'll forgive me someday." Thomas almost hated her for sounding so reasonable.

I'm sorry, Tom, she answered back, in his mind once again. But thanks for being our sacrifice.

Don't feel bad about crying. Ever.

Todo se me echó encima a la vez. Estoy seguro de que me hizo sentir mejor. No te sientas mal por llorar. Nunca.