Quotes About Empathy

New York City is a good place to come to forget your misery. So many people, so many ages and races and stories. Virtually everyone had had, was currently nursing or would have a broken heart. There were a thousand stories worse than mine.

Maybe love isn't just a bouquest of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out, when it's hard, when you're mad, when you're tired.

That moment when you've had the worst day ever, and you come home, and you can't go one more step without a long, hard hug from your spouse. Only they have the arms that will do. Only they really understand.

I'm going to email you every week and invite you out for dinner, and you can turn me down as much as you want, but when you're ready, we'll go somewhere fabulous with huge drinks, my treat. And you can tell me about him, or we can talk about bridezillas or gossip or go to a movie. We can talk now if you want, or we can just get down to work." I

I opened the night table drawer and closed it fast. Okay, then. Mom still had womanly needs. Good for her. I'd get some eye bleach and erase that memory, stat.

Sometimes you never know how much those little things matter.

I just don't want you to look back on your life twenty years from now, Maggie, and see all the things you could have done," Mom says, blowing her nose again. "I think I'll look back and see all the things I did do, Mom," I say, a little starch creeping into my voice. "I'll see that I fed people and welcomed them, I helped them and kept them company... those are good things, Mom.

Maybe love isn't just a bouquet of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out when it's hard, when you're mad, when you're tired.

Sympathy, not pity. There's a huge difference, and we widows appreciate it, let me tell you.

understood. Blue highlight | Location: 2,477 I smile at everyone because I'm afraid they hate me on sight, so I try to be extra sweet. Though I don't do it on purpose, I even talk in a softer, higher-pitched voice than I use when I'm talking to myself, or with Marley or Georgia.

You okay, sweetheart?" Daniel asked. He put the ice cream on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes worried. I looked at him, then down at our little baby. "Never better," I said.

I'm all used up inside, love." Two tears slid down her cheeks. "That's not how I see you at all." "Which says more about you than it does about me, darling. I'm sorry." He

Hate no one, for hate is a starving beast who has just found its prey.

Expression, voice, and even gestures can tell one much that is not revealed in words.

Now if you don't like it, lie and tell me you do." Day, Kristen (2014-09-22). Forsaken (Book #1) (Daughters of the Sea) (p. 196). Kristen Day Books. Kindle Edition.

No conversation that started with we need to talk ever ended well. It was usually followed by an it's not you, it's

I don't want to discredit people's individuality, but I think people are pretty much the same. People are very similar. If you have a good enough imagination then you can feel things that you personally have never done before. That's acting.

I think romance is anything honest. As long as it's honest, it's so disarming.

But it did make me realize that I shouldn't go around judging people who have stringy hair, because maybe they have a very good reason for having hair like that.

When I did finally speak, I surprised myself by saying exactly what was on my mind. "You must hate me." She stared a long time at me. I did," she said slowly, "But it's mostly myself I hate." Don't," I said. And why the hell shouldn't I hate myself? Everybody else hates me.

It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.

If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And that makes you so happy.

We women make choices for others, not for ourselves, and when we are mothers, we...bear what we must for our children. You will protect them. It will hurt you; it will hurt them. Your job is to hide that your heart is breaking and do what they need you to do.

What good did it do to light the world on fire if she had to watch the glow alone?