Quotes About Empathy

You don't need to take a persons advice to make him feel good, just ask him for it.

Truman was so self-absorbed that it took him a long while to realize Marella had taken him out of her life.

You can always tell a real friend: when you make a fool of yourself, he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job.

This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.

Go, poor devil, get thee gone! Why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.

God tempers the wind, said Maria, to the shorn lamb.

There are worse occupations in this world than feeling a woman's pulse.

We don't love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we have done them

The educating of the parents is really the education of the child children tend to live what is unlived in the parents, so it is vital that parents should be aware of their inferior, their dark side, and should press on getting to know themselves.

But liking someone whose species you dislike is something--worth more than currency on a chit.

There's gotta be kindness after pain. Forgiveness.

That is, if I understand God's abounding love and grasp that God forgives me even though I don't deserve it, the realization produces one powerful result: I forgive others. On every level and no matter how superficially or deeply I was hurt.

I could conceive of them as evil, monstrous, and devoid of decency. Or I could think of them as men and sometimes women who are so controlled by their pain, they're unable to care enough about the people they hurt to be able to change their reprehensible behavior.

She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.

forgiving is not the same as forgetting.

That's the problem with best friends. Sometimes they know you better than you know yourself.

Don't fucking make judgments about something you know nothing about.

Tolerance, compromise, understanding, acceptance, patience - I want those all to be very sharp tools in my shed.

Most of the time, everyone deserves more than one chance. We all do things we regret now and then. You just have to carry them with you.

He can guess, but he won't ever know, not really. What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him.

In the dark they are careful of each other, as if they know they are fragile, as if they know they can break.

No one, she had learned from experience, could stand such silence for long. If you waited long enough, someone would start talking, and more often than not they would give you a chance to press further, to crack the conversation open and scoop out what you needed to know.

Parents, she thought, learned to survive touching their children less and less.

In kindegarten, he had learned how to make a bruise stop hurting: you pressed it over and over with your thumb. the first times it hurt so much your eyes watered. The second time it hurt a little less. The tenth time, it was barely an ache.