Quotes About Empathy

I'm sorry you had to find out about Dad, but maybe it'll help. We're human, Ruby. All of us. Just human.

They were so...larger than life, these Yanks, with their ready smiles and booming voices. And their gratitude. Not at all like the Brits, who thanked her with clipped words and cool voices and firm handshakes. She'd lost track of the times an American had hugged her so tightly she'd come off her feet.

Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound. I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground. Whisk the lamps away . . . Night.

couldn't bear to eat anything that had once had parents.

No, baby. This is one thing you and your best friend can't do together." Vianne saw Sarah's fear and embarrassment and confusion. She was trying her best to be a good girl, to smile and be strong even as tears glazed her eyes. "Oui," she said at last.

Some people have family photos or home movies to record their past. I've got books. Characters. For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place.

I've felt her presence. "In a way, maybe. Mostly I think I know what she would say.

Now, sitting here, she was worried that Tully would ruin this man, who frankly looked as if he didn't have the stamina to take another hit like that.

Some fears you carried alone.

cómo podía encontrarse? ¿Cómo podía una mujer entender su propia historia sin haber conocido antes la de su madre?

Even if that is true, what does a person do about it? 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.

Once, a lifetime ago, she had worried about girls, only a few years older than her, who had gone missing. The stories had given her nightmares at thirteen. Now she knew there were a hundred ways to be lost and even more ways to be found.

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 times as dark as these.

This is what the world should be, Red. People helping each other instead of killing their mothers for a little bread.

To forgive even when the apology tendered was as thin as fishing line and as breakable as a promise to do better.

mouth; Elsa understood. Saying these

Meredith wanted to reach out and help her, but she

pockets than takin' care of the farmworkers.

Today's young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve it.

I think it was Mother Teresa who said that loneliness is the worst kind of poverty

cantidad de veces que mamá tuvo que levantar la voz

No one bruised as easily as a believer.

loneliness is the worst kind of poverty

Please, Elsa thought, tightening her hold on Loreda's hand, be kind to my girl.