Quotes About Empathy

When people have seen you at their worst, you don't have to put on the mask as much.

It's almost like learning to meditate to learn to hear what your kid is actually saying.

The people who matter the most to us in the end, who teach us the most, are the people who make their worst mistakes with us.

Haven't we all, as time continues, found that we must be kind to ourselves and listen to our thoughts, because fewer and fewer of those remain who know what is most real to us?

I'm such a relationship guy. I really am.

He who hath two coats, let him impart to him that hath none.

Why cannot we be delighted with an author, and even feel a predilection for him, without a dislike of others? An admiration of Catullus or Virgil, of Tibullus or Ovid, is never to be heightened by a discharge of bile on Horace.

To err is human to refrain from laughing, humane.

As I learn from you,I guess you learn from me—although you're older—and white—and somewhat more free.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.

Justice That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps were eyes.

And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done beating.

Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?

We can buy you one of those books they have for little kids 'Timmy Has Two Dads'. Except I don't think they have one called 'Timmy Has Two Dads and One of Them Was Evil'. That part you're just going to have to work through on your own.

It's Will who ought to be sorry." Jem's eyes darkened. "We shall throw him out onto the streets," he proclaimed. "I promise you he'll be gone by morning." Tessa started and sat upright. "Oh - no, you can't mean that -" He grinned. "Of course I don't. But you felt better for a moment there, didn't you?" "It was like a beautiful dream," Tessa said gravely.

No one is ever the villain of their own story.

She smiled at him. "How did you know just what I'd want to see?" "How could I not?" he said. "When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand." He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought — and was surprised how affectionate the thought was.

I am not the one of us who has no heart.

I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but... I promise you, the right man won't care.

I don't know why I ever helped you." "Because you like broken things.

A parabatai. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabatai whose other half was dead. He felt his sympathy leap toward Brother Zachariah, as he imagined himself without Alec, with only that faded rune to remind him where once he had been bonded to someone who knew all the best and worst parts of his soul.

She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.

Here's a hot tip: Most girls don't like being stalked.