Quotes About Empathy

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Why are people so cruel? What did I ever do to them?

Judith, you sound horrible. What's the matter with your voice? Are you coming down with something? Judith shook her head. I'm all right. You sound like you swallowed a frog.

The first time she slit a man's throat she felt sick to her stomach. The second time? Not so much.

Hate the sin, not the sinner.

Not once did we ever have the money to buy them a single toy. AND

I followed their gaze to a plug of a woman, her head of salt-and-pepper hair shorn into the sort of crew cut they give to the mentally disabled, who had plopped down on the concrete irectly behind me.

The reading and writing of fiction both requires and instills empathy—the insertion of oneself into the life of another.

Any person who is carrying a lot of sadness needs to be able to rest sometimes, and to put it down.

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.

After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would come. So close were we, the seven of us, that no childhood injury went unnoticed, no slight, real or imagined, went unaddressed, no hurt was endured without comfort.

But then, if you forget what's bad, cruel, unjust, you might not care anymore about setting things to rights. You might stop standing up against the folk who do evil deeds. And someone's got to.

There were those whose love spilled over into their every gesture, and so was shared by all who knew them. But they were rare folk indeed.

But there are two sides to every fight. It starts from something small, a chance remark, a gesture made lightly. It grows from there. Both sides can be unjust. Both can be cruel.

How could you live without human touch? Wasn't that the first thing you knew, when you came into the world and they laid you on your mother's belly? Her hand would come across and stroke your back, and cup your head, and she would smile through tears of exhaustion and wonderment. That touch of love would be the very first thing for you.

had seen enough such deaths before to know that when the cloud of sorrow hangs too heavily over a person, nothing helps; no love, no hope, no

He had always understood me better, without words. So I laid my hand on my heart, held it there for a moment, and then moved it over and touched my palm against his breast.

Too much power made people arrogant and unfeeling. It turned them cruel. It blinded them to right and wrong.

One woman can't fix every wrong. One woman or one man can't help every soul in trouble. Doesn't matter how much you want to.

Don't punish me for what you see as your own failings.

If you forget what's bad, cruel, unjust, you might not care anymore about setting things to rights. You might stop standing up against the folk who do evil deeds. And someone's got to.

Folk are easy hurt, no doubt about that. Easy wounded. Easy broken.

Being friends, that's a big thing for some folk. One good friend can change your whole life.

Ana wished very much that she could discuss this with Faolan