Quotes About Empathy

Women are in league with each other, a secret conspiracy of hearts and pheromones.

Aquí estamos para ayudarnos unos a otros; lo que pasa es que no se puede, porque no queremos. Ésa es la vida.

Rosario her zamanki gülümseyiÅŸiyle, temelde iyi kalpli olan tüm mutsuz kiÅŸilerin o üzgün ve k?rg?n gülümseyiÅŸiyle gülümsüyordu.

that love is a feeling. You don't always kiss people you love. 'Sometimes you just love them

You have to know things like: don't spend the whole time talking about yourself. I used to have a problem with this because silence makes me nervous and I fill it with whatever is in my head...

What you do if you fall in love with a character in a movie is decide what you like about that person and start looking for those qualities in a real person you know from life.

Amy might have called him brave in that email but he was afraid of everything about Amy, especially her body, which had the terrible problem of being crippled and attractive.

I DON'T THINK I'LL EVER TRY TO DATE. I DON'T SEE THE POINT." "Well, I'm trying it," he said, and then laughed a little. But this obviously wasn't funny. She hadn't expected this. "YOU'RE DATING SOMEONE?" "A little," he said, and drew a deep breath. "And there isn't really much of a point. What I've learned is that I have certain qualities that are annoying to other people.

Gradually, that first year in middle school, he began to understand—there were many ways to be a freak. Amy had no choice, but other people did. If you worked hard and concentrated, you could hide your freakish thoughts.

I thought helping someone else might take me out of my own head for a while.

The real problem with his type of OCD--chronic fear of hurting other people--was that you thought so much about not running over children, not sideswiping pedestrians, not poisoning strangers with germs on your hands--essentially not killing a world full of strangers--that you ended up hurting the people you loved most. He saw that now.

Freakishness could happen to anyone at any time.

You don't have to date me, just don't date her. Please, as your friend, I'm begging you not to date someone who doesn't appreciate you.

It was about acceptance, he thought. About realizing no one is perfect and no one can expect to change someone else. Which

He had no idea how wonderful he was. How his hands were so beautiful she could hardly look at them. How his truest smile was crooked and lifted higher on the left side than the right, which made her feel like he might understand her better, her hemiplegic face that was all crooked half smiles, too. But it couldn't be denied. He was also slightly crazy. Maybe more than slightly.

I leave the bridge in peace; we part as friends. I take so much of her with me and leave so much of myself behind. I think that's what life must be about-- helping others, leaving pieces of us with them, in return fitting borrowed pieces from them into our own voids, each person helping others along the way.

I don't understand. How does reading stories about others answer those questions for me?" "That is what I'm hoping you will understand—every story we read, Sang Ly, is about us, in one way or another.

Three words, Sang Ly, three simple words that communicate more, mean more, than worldly riches. Words provide a voice to our deepest feelings. I tell you, words have started and stopped wars. Words have built and lost fortunes. Words have saved and taken lives. Words have won and lost great kingdoms. Even Buddha said, 'Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care, for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.' Do you understand?

Buddha said, 'Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care, for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.' Do

Literature has been called a handbook for the art of being human.

For news of the heart, watch the face.

For news of a mother's heart, watch her child's face.

Instead of hating, I have chosen to forgive and spend all of my positive energy on changing the world.

Aiden didn't say anything. He reached out a hand to trace a nail biting into his flesh. "Christ's pain should always be my pain. I should never forget. I never want to. I want to keep reaching out to other people in pain." He sighed. "It doesn't always work that way. I fail more than I succeed." "Why try?" "Because I can't afford to. Look at Him." He stretched out his hands as if beseeching the picture. "He wouldn't give up.