Quotes About Empathy

You were going to sacrifice yourself to save everyone else?" I cringed. "Then I wimped out.

That's when I realize how much I don't want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..

Maybe," he says slowly, as if each word is an effort, "she took advantage of me.

Zara. We all need to rescue and we all need to be rescued.

What feels best is how I no longer hurt.

Is everyone as wrong about me as I am about them?

I sob and clutch my stuffed bunny. Nick leaps up on my bed and squashes his body against mine, nuzzling my face with his muzzle until I lift it enough for him to lick away my tears. While the pixie rages downstairs, I wrap my arms around Nick's furry body and cry into him. My shoulders quake from the effort of it. He whimpers once or twice and tries to lick my face some more, but mostly he watches the door, and eventually I stop with the pathetic sobbing stuff and just keep crying.

Let's face it, the world has issues. Big issues like sex slaves and genocide, racism, poverty, homophobia and wars, religious conflicts and environmental disasters—but the world is also worth saving because it has writers like Foucault and people like Issie and Grandma Betty. I know it's not all cuddly puppies and rainbows and ice-cream sundaes, but it needs a chance, as many chances as it can get to survive.

Booker T. once said, "I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.

Nurses are the hospitality of the hospital.

If you can look at a dog and not feel vicarious excitement and affection, you must be a cat.

At first, it was hard to sit down and read the things that people were saying. A lot of people would've worked their way up to this position and would've gotten a thick skin over a few years' time. For me, though, all this happened in a few months.

Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.

We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.

It's weird, I never wish anything bad upon anybody, except two or three old girlfriends.

The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.

When a person knows and can't make the others understand, what does he do?

I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.

I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.

We thought we knew everything about him. But that's not how life is. When all's said and done, we can never truly know one another.

That's the strange thing about a good story. No pleasure if you can't share it.

But tonight we danced with the drowned. And they were us.

That's how we're connected: through the hurt we inflict on one another.