Quotes About Empathy

I see the incredulity in my son's eyes and it makes me smile. Our children see us so imperfectly.

We have always been the witnesses of each other's lives. Isn't that what family is? Even broken and betrayed and bleeding, we are connected.

you don't stop loving a person when they're hurt. You get stronger so they can lean on you. He needs me. Us.

I love you. And if I have to let you go to make you happy, I'll do it.

It was true that sometimes the support of only one person could make a difference.

Make her tell you the story of the peasant girl and the prince." As he said it, he closed his eyes again, and his breathing turned wheezy. "All of it this time." "I know what you're thinking, Dad. Her stories used to bring us together. For a while, I even thought . . . but I was wrong. She won't—" "Just try, okay? You've never heard it all.

Marah. To make real friends you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes people will let you down—girls can be really mean to each other—but you can't let that stop you. If you get hurt, you just pick yourself up, dust off your feelings, and try again.

Guys would come and go; girlfriends were forever. They knew that.

They are obviously drowning in a sea of what they've lost. I know about those dark waters. Someone needs to throw them a life ring.

The things your parents say and the things your husband doesn't say become a mirror, don't they? You see yourself as they see you, and no matter how far you come, you bring that mirror with you." "Break it," Jean said. "How?" "With a gosh dang rock." Jean leaned forward. "I'm a mirror, too, Elsa. You remember that.

Girls like you can't understand," Julia said, and it was true. Ellie had been popular. She didn't know that some hurts were like a once-broken bone. In the right weather, they could ache for a lifetime. The

Ask for help when you need it, and give help when you can. I think that is how we serve God—and each other and ourselves—in

There's no substitute for talking to the people you love. Thinking about them, dreaming about them, wishing things were different Ã¢â'¬Â¦ all of these are the beginning. But someone has to make the first move. I

Vianne worried about her constantly, but there was nothing to be done about worry; it had to be borne.

she fought back the only way she knew how—by caring for her fellow prisoners and helping them to stay strong.

A girl without a mother was a prisoner of a different kind.

After so many solitary years, spent tucked away in convents and forgotten in boarding schools, Isabelle never took for granted the fact that now she had friends, people whom she cared about and who cared about her.

I turn to Kate, see her glowing face and her beautiful green eyes. In them, I see my whole life. Everything I've ever been, and ever wanted to be. That's what your best friend is: a mirror.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing." "I'm just supposed to watch her make a mistake?" "Sometimes, yes. And then you stand by to pick up the pieces.

Fleetingly he wondered what the man's life had been like, where it had gone so desperately wrong. No one tried to end up like this, alone and defenseless and poor, eking a living from the harsh Arizona desert.

Liam tried to imagine what it must be like to have a mother like this. What a power it must grant a person in life to have a place where you could always land softly, even after the hardest hit.

We can't live other people's lives for them. Even if we love them.

He started to cry, and she pulled him into her arms. It took perhaps the greatest courage of her life to let go of him.

Vianne knelt down beside Sarah, she felt for a pulse and found none. The silence turned sour, thick; all Vianne could think about was the sound of this child's laughter and how empty the world would be without it.