Quotes About Empathy

every time he forces himself to think before acting, it's her voice in his head telling him to slow down. He wants to tell her, but she's always so busy in the medical jet—and you don't just go to somebody and say, I'm a better person because you're in my head.

What he's really saying is: Please be a human being. With a life so full of rules and regiments, it's so easy to forget that's what they are. She knows—she sees—how often compassion takes a back seat to expediency.

What's the point of living if you're going to hate the world? Guard your heart if you have to, but don't shut it away.

You see demons in the eyes of the world, and the world sees a bottomless pit in yours.

I can communicate in 6,909 living and dead languages. I can have more than fifteen billion simultaneous conversations, and be fully engaged in every single one. I can be eloquent, and charming, funny, and endearing, speaking the words you most need to hear, at the exact moment you need to hear them. Yet even so, there are unthinkable moments where I can find no words, in any language, living or dead. And in those moments, if I had a mouth, I might open it to scream.

So, if you're asking me if it's possible for you to make errors in judgement, the answer is yes. You make errors all the time... as does every other human being who has ever lived. Error is an intrinsic part of the human condition - and it is something I deeply love about humankind.

and I realize that this is the true core of human nature: When we've lost the strength to save ourselves, we somehow find the strength to save each other.

It's strange how we always want other people to feel what we feel. It must be a basic human drive. Misery loves company, right? Or when you see a movie that you love, don't you want to drag all your friends to see it as well? Because it's only good the second time if it's the first time for somebody else—as if their experience somehow resonates inside of you.

It is the plight of every child to have depth their parents can scarcely imagine.

And next to Allie, the screamer, once more reminded of his job, began to wail in Allie's ear. Reflexively Allie clapped her hand over his mouth. That, she said, is totally uncalled for. Don't do that again. Ever. The screamer looked at her with worried eyes. Are we clear on this subject? said Allie. The screamer nodded and she removed her hand. Can I scream a little? he asked. No, said Allie. Your screaming days are over. Darn. And he was quiet thereafter.

When you truly start to care about someone you become vulnerable to all sorts of things.

Hole... He grips Risa's hand tighter. Hole, Risa, hole... And she smiles Yes, Connor, she says. You're whole. You're finally whole.

You don't just go to somebody and say, 'I'm a better person because you're in my head.

And each time I witness a cruel act by a corrupt scythe, I seed the clouds somewhere in the world, and bring a lamentation of rain. Because rain is the closest thing I have to tears. —The Thunderhead

For standing between Cody and his pain is my obligation, and standing between my uncle and his pain is my rent, but the pain I coax from Bronte is my joy

We are not the enemy," he says. "That's what the enemy always says.

The rides are different for everyone. I'm convinced of that now. I mean, sure, there are some we ride together. Either we find ourselves drawn to some common experience, or maybe we're pulled in by the people we care about. Our friends, our families can drag us onto coasters and Tilt-A-Whirls that are really meant for them. But in the end, no matter whose rides we find ourselves on, the experience is all our own.

I think it's outrageously cruel to keep a puzzle that they know is missing a single piece.

Sometimes we make our alliances not by the shape and color of our flesh but by the convictions of our heart.

One apology is enough," the scythe told the boy. "Especially when it's genuine.

Why are you still with me, Fry? CyFi asks after one of his body-shaking seizures. Any sane dude woulda taken off days ago. Who says I'm sane? Oh, you're sane, Fry. You're so sane, you scare me. You're so sane, it's insane.

The fact that it was not human meant that it could never understand certain things, in spite of its immense empathy and intellect. It couldn't comprehend, for instance, that the terror of the unknown was just as awful, and just as real, regardless of whether or not there was truly something to fear.

A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.

I wish you could have felt that slap I wish you could feel the pain.