Quotes About Empathy

From caring comes courage.

Because of a great love, one is courageous.

One who is too insistent on his own views finds few to agree with him.

Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength, mastering yourself is true power.

Arms are instruments of ill omen. . . . When one is compelled to use them, it is best to do so without relish. There is no glory in victory, and to glorify it despite this is to exult in the killing of men. . . . When great numbers of people are killed, one should weep over them with sorrow. When victorious in war, one should observe mourning rites.

Maybe she should cut the guy a little slack, [...] Maybe Thorne had been a no-show because something bad happened to him on the job. What if he'd been injured in the line of duty and didn't come by as promised because he was incapacitated in some way? Maybe he hadn't called to apologize or to explain his absence because he physically couldn't. Right. And maybe she had checked her brain into her panties from the second she first laid eyes on the man.

Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.

You're not a blade or an animal, Nathan. whatever awful things you were forced to do in your past don't define who you are today." She inched closer, braved the smallest caress of his stern jaw. " Nathan, you are not what they tried to make you.

Nathan reached out to Hunter, Clasping the former assassin's hand in a firm shake. "I understand now," Nathan said. "I didn't know it would be possible to feel-" The massive warrior only nodded. No need for more words.

The broken parts of me recognise the fractures in him, even if he hasn't permitted me close enough to touch them yet.

I know that I'm getting the real deal with my mom. I know that she's telling it like it is. She's proud of me when I've earned it and she's disappointed in me when I've earn that. She's really my spectrum on where I am as a person.

Although I do not have a family, I have eyes, ears and imagination, and know, as most people know, that the importance of one's children is paramount.

You can't truly hate someone you've loved. You can only hurt.

You know,' Wraith muttered, 'life was a lot easier when we hated all humans and didn't give a shit what happened to the lot of them.' He laughed. 'Okay, I couldn't say that with a straight face. I still don't give a shit'.

You really believe that? He took a step toward her.' I'm risking Sin's life by putting off what I have to do to Kynan. I'm doing that for you. Not for Kynan or my brothers. I took a knife for you. I've kissed you over and over when I never kiss anyone. So why the hell would I want to see you suffer?

I will bear this pain for you," he swore. "If one of us has to bleed, it will be me. It'll always be me.

He leaped to his feet, grabbed her, and spun her to face him. "No more bullshit, Sin. Feel what you've done." He took her hand and pressed it to her chest, where her heart was pounding painfully fast. So was his. "Let yourself feel something for someone else." ~Con

I know what those fuckers were capable of, and I would never wish that on you" Her throat worked on a swallow. "What do you wish on me?" "Me," he said with brutal honesty. "Fool that I am, I wish me on you. Like, on you.

What happened?" he demanded. "He made you cry. Do you want me to kill him?

the girl somewhere, who reads you, whose skin has memorized your life. Nothing stops her fingers; they swim with you at night.

The mission of Part 1 is to set up the plot by creating stakes, backstory, and character empathy, while perhaps foreshadowing the forthcoming conflict.

I can understand why people jump off bridges.

I didn't want to see anything worse than me befall her.

I find it much easier to counsel than to be counseled, to reach out to a friend in my small group who is feeling insercure than to reveal my own inseurity. The truth is we don't much like being dependent. We don't enjoy admitting how depeately we long for someone's kindness and involvement. It's so humbling.