Quotes About Empathy

We knew each other's histories and secrets, hopes and fears and dreams. When you need to get good and drunk, that's the kind of person you want keeping pace with you. "Okay

Qué importa ya si me he quedado muda en un mundo en donde no tengo nadie con quien hablar?

Never judge anyone by another's opinions. We all have different sides that we show to different people.

she couldn't offer sympathy to a girl who regarded the incident as a stroke of marvelous luck. "Well

Poor licklewickle cry-baby buggy-wuggy,' she muttered.

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

I stared at him. Maybe it had been hard for him being second best too.

Am I the worst person in the world??? I've just been so mean to my little stepsister and now she's blubbing away and no one will even tell me off, because I'm the poor, helpless cripple. Why do I have to be so mean?

Selma dug her sharp elbow right into my ribs and then kicked me hard on the ankle under the table. I couldn't help giving a little squeal of pain.

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Never follow a story with a question, Maisie, not immediately. And remember to acknowledge the storyteller, for in some way even the messenger is affected by the story he brings.

Their love was thus seeded in the rich soil of mutual understanding.

Tragedy is so personal, but it doesn't mean it hasn't happened before, to someone, somewhere—it's what helps us to understand and bring solace to others, knowing something of what they feel.

Allow grief room to air itself," Maurice had taught her. "Be judicious in using the body to comfort another, for you may extinguish the freedom that the person feels to be able to share a sadness.

Maisie bit her lip. She had learned that sometimes it was best to let words die of their own accord, rather than fight them.

But for Maisie the case notes would not be filed away until those whole lives were touched by her investigation had reached a certain peace with her findings, with themselves, and with one another - as far as that might be possible.

five minutes. Then open your eyes—and your heart—and consider what needs to be done.

Jacqueline Winspear

when she was the silent observer as he listened to a story, gently prodding with a question, a comment, a sigh, or a smile, "The story takes up space as a knot in a piece of wood. If the knot is removed, a hole remains. We must ask ourselves, how will this hole that we have opened be filled? The hole, Maisie, is our responsibility.

As friends they knew each other's history, knew the twists and turns that had brought them to this place in the world. And they understood each other's fears and frailties; nothing had to be explained. Now