Quotes About Empathy

I dunno," she said. "People decide what you're like before they even get to know you." She eyed him, suddenly fierce. "Kind of like you did with me. They think they know all about you. Except you're never who they think you are.

Do you want me to leave?' Lexie shook her head. 'Stay,' she said. 'It's fine. I'm fine. Just stay.' After a moment, Izzy slid a square piece of paper across the table, and Lexie took it and began to follow her sister's lead: folding over, back, to the center, out, until at last she took hold of the corners and pulled and a crane bloomed like a pale flower in her hands.

And some people chide her for coming too late. One older woman—a Choctaw woman, whose granddaughter had been taken—looked at Margaret for a long time with weary eyes, then clicked her teeth.

Any act of writing is an act of empathy: you try to imagine yourself into another person's mind and skin. I tried to ask myself the questions the characters would have asked themselves. The

But Lexie was seldom, if ever, offended: subtle implications and subtexts tended to bounce off the fine mesh of her brain.

Facebook group using the hashtag #ourmissinghearts,

That first morning, James slid into his seat and the girl next to him asked, "What's wrong with your eyes?" It wasn't until he heard the horror in the teacher's voice—"Shirley Byron!"—that he realized he was supposed to be embarrassed; the next time it happened, he had learned his lesson and turned red right away.

Acho que, na maioria das vezes, todo mundo merece mais de uma chance. Todos nós fazemos coisas de que nos arrependemos de vez em quando. Você só tem que carregá-las consigo.

to uproot some otherness, something hated and feared.

He can't know what it was like, not the first time, not the last. 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. Whether she thought he'd failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.

Cinderella' from the point of view of the stepsisters. Maybe they weren't so wicked after all. Maybe she was actually a bitch to them.

Searching for a spark of familiarity in the faces of strangers

And then, as if the tears are telescopes, she begins to see more clearly:

You could figure out anything about a person if you just tried hard enough.

Be a good listener. Encourage others to talk about themselves. Remember that the people you are talking to are a hundred times more interested in themselves and their wants and problems than they are in you and your problems.

There's a lot of people would say the same if they weren't all hypocrites. Old people are just a nuisance.' 'It's a good thing we don't all think like that, dear. Josh and me are glad to give a helping hand.

A man's character, she reflected with surprise, consists a good deal more of the way people feel and behave towards him than of the way he himself feels and behaves.

I feel guilty looking at those "People of Walmart" photos you see on the Internet. It's not cool to make fun of pitiful people. You really think anyone who wasn't batshit crazy would walk out of the house in a camouflage mankini and a Confederate flag ball cap to go buy some new furnace filters? No, he's cray-cray.

I wanted to kill her with my bare hands but it wouldn't have been Christian.

?nanmayan insan?n, sevemeyen insan?n, ac?yamayan, k?zamayan insan?n köpek le?inden fark? yok.

Türk insan?n? Türk insan?ndan ay?ran bütün duvarlar? y?kmak isterdim.

Gerçek hümanist biziz diyen Pierre l'Hermite'lerin, Ignace de Loyola'lann torunlar? kanl? pençelerine ipek eldivenler geçirerek insano?lunu karde?li?e ça??r?yor.

?yilik, yola dü?en, yoldan toplanan bir ?ey de?ildir. Tesadüfen ele geçen bir ?ey de de?ildir. ?nsan iyili?i ancak ba?ka bir insandan ö?renir.

??in en korkunç yan?, çocuklar?n neden aç kald?klar?n?, niçin yiyecek bulamad?klar?n? anlayamamas?.