Quotes About Empathy

There was no reply. So Z glanced over again - just as a tear slide down Phury's cheek. Ah...fuck, Z muttered. Yeah. Pretty much. Another tear rolled out of Phury's eye. God...damn. I'm leaking. Okay, brace yourself. Phury scrubbed his face with his palms. Why? Because... I think I'm going to try to hug you.

You asked me to speak. If this is a problem, the solution is not to get defensive because you don't like what you hear. The answer is to not invite me to talk. iAm ~ Lover At Last

Butch clapped V on the thigh, then stood up, as if he knew exactly what V was thinking. Listen, I don't want you to feel bad. It's my animal magnetism. I'm irresistible. Smart-ass.

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.

I don't believe I'm better than anyone else. With beating hearts and open minds, we are all the same.

As Luchas looked over, those perfectly matched eyes met Qhuinn's fucked-up ones, and the connection was there: They had both been through hell, and that lock step was more powerful than the common DNA they shared.

Dearest Virgin Scribe, without his father, he was so alone, even as he was surrounded by people who served him.

When I picked up the bird and felt its light weight in my hands, I realized that carelessness was a form of cruelty. See, I'd always told myself that because I meant no harm, anything that happened wasn't my fault. At that moment, though, I knew I was wrong. If I hadn't given the female my gun, the bird wouldn't have been shot. I was responsible even though I didn't pull the trigger.

Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others. And yes, that was uncharitable—but that was why it was good that inner thoughts were things one shared only with oneself.

He hung up and looked at Rhage. "Hate this," the brother said. "I know." Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire's face. "We're going to get you home." "Didn't like seeing you shot." Wrath smiled softly. "Clearly.

They sat side by side in silence—because sometimes that was all you could do for someone you loved: There were paths that had to be walked alone. And that just sucked.

If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.

Blay found himself envying the couple a little. Not about the familial estrangement, for sure. But God ... to be able to be seen with your mate in public, show your love for them, have your relationship respected by everyone else? Heterosexual couples took that for granted because they never knew anything different. Their unions were sanctioned by the glymera, even if the pairs were not in love, or were cheating on each other or were otherwise a fraud. Two males? Hah.

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest. I don't care who you are mated to, or whether they have blond hair or black hair, blue or green eyes, male or female parts—as long as you are happy, that's all I worry about. I want for you what you want for yourself. I love you, Blaylock—I love you.

I don't give a crap what happened between you and Xcor—mother to mother, I care only about you and the babies. And my husband will see my point of view. Trust me." Layla

Here was the thing: People felt the way they did and it wasn't their fault or yours if the connection was one-sided. It just . . . was.

He tapped the artificial leg. "I am not whole." True, she thought sadly. He was not whole, although it had nothing to do with him missing part of a limb.

I'm not scared of death, it's the suffering that bothers me—and I know I can help that. It's the journey, not the outcome, that I can change, if that makes sense.

Right. Got it. And he was glad it was Z. Undoubtedly the guy was well aware of his fucked-up mood, but unlike some of the others—*cough*Rhage*cough*—he would never pry.

Tragedy, like love, makes people blind.

Voy a pasar eso por alto, Z. Pero sólo porque sé cuánto te gusta que te golpeen, y no estoy de humor para hacerte feliz.

Okay, brace yourself." Phury scrubbed his face with his palms. "Why?" "Because…I think I'm going to try to hug you.

I'm so sorry about Payne, I wanted to talk to you, but she'd made up her mind. I tried to work with her, I really did, but in the end, I just . . . I didn't . . . I didn't want you to be the one to do it. I would have rather lived with the horrible truth on my conscience for an eternity than have you kill your sister. Or have her hurt herself even more than she was." - Jane

Way too many people cloaked themselves in the mantle of victimhood, creating a vacuum of identity that they expected the world to rush in and fill with compassion that was undeserved.