Quotes About Empathy

Happy Fuller: Somehow you always love in a special way the one who gives you the most grief.

What good are laws if they're not human?

I think writer is a word without gender, and a good writer observes, absorbs, hopefully empathizes then translates that into character and story. You don't have to do or be or have experienced, traveled to, but you have to imagine all of that, very well–and believe it completely during the bubble of the work.

Taking love is easy—giving it is a bit harder, for some people anyway.

If I can make you unhappy, then I can make you happy as well.

Love is an empty word without respect.

Sometimes people say I think too much. Maybe it's true. If it is, it's because I feel too much.

And not without sympathy, Aidan turned the shower on full cold and shoved his beloved brother under the heartless spray. Oh, the scream but peeled the skin off his face, and the curse that followed battered his ears. But Aidan held ground, dodged a fist when he had to, and clamping Shawn in a headlock, held him mercilessly under.

I like it,he said at length. You're putting a lot of yourself into this place. Shall I tell you just what your approval means to me? Diana asked, not bothering to smother a yawn.

Thinking of Macintosh's reaction to Veronica, Grant felt a wave of empathy. Poor kid's going to be mooning like a puppy for a month. Did you have to smile at him? Really,Grant.He can't be more than fifteen. Old enough to break out in a sweat, he commented. Hormones, she murmured as she found Fairfield's sparse selection of wine. They just need time to balance. Grant's gaze drifted down and focused as she bent over. It should only take thirty or forty years, he muttered.

You'd think the man could have called her once, she thought, scowling at her boots. Sent a telegram, a damn smoke signal.

Is staying quiet an interrogation technique? It can be. It can be also called listening.

but I never let it apply to me. Not to me. People matter, how they feel, how they connect, who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes.

Was he supposed to let Fiona cry on his shoulder now? He hated being the shoulder. He never knew what to say or do. Pat, pat, there, there. What the f--k?

Feelings are feelings. I don't understand why people blame other people for what they feel.

To my mind, reaching out, reaching for one another doesn't make what happened to those girls less of a tragedy, or make anyone less heartsick for them and their families. But point taken.You don't want me to listen.You don't want me to hold your hand. So that makes the need to do those things about me, not you.

She started to sound like Charlie Brown's mother to him. Just a nasal wah-wah-wah. He loved her, he really did, but he imagined Charlie Brown loved his mother, too. It didn't make her any more comprehensible.

When you try to make somebody feel stupid when they ask a question, you're the stupid one.

If you look for it, you can find something good about anybody.

When a woman brings something up, then doesn't have much to say about it, she's got a lot to say about it.

The words weren't so important, Aidan thought. It was just so soothing to listen to her.

I could never seem to make the people I love understand what I need. I don't know why.

give her a ride.

You'd understand, better than anyone, what it's like to lose a father when you need one so badly.