Quotes About Empathy

If you listen hard enough, you can tell what a person needs from you. And if you give them what they need, you've got a friend for life.

Listen. Caring about things doesn't make you soft. It makes you alive.

When someone went too long without touch, they became hypersensitive to the slightest graze. There was truth to it. Last weekend, Eva had almost had an orgasm when her hairstylist shampooed her. And her hairstylist was a grandmother of six.

Listen, caring about things don't make you soft. It makes you alive.

she was reminded that he was just a person. He mad massive mistakes, he felt things, he was sorry, ad he was trying to find his way, like everyone else.

You put me back together when I was in pieces. You gave me confidence, and reminded me that I was lovable. You saved me.

Just be kind to yourself.

Sickness wasn't sexy. And her disability was invisible—she wasn't missing a limb or in a full-body cast. Her level of suffering seemed impossible for others to fathom.

Why do you keep writing about me?" "Isn't it obvious?" "Apparently not." "I'm not just writing about you," said Shane. "I'm writing to you.

What was it like, the luxury of not hurting?

Well, prose before bros,

One time, while waiting in a Kmart checkout line, five-year-old Shane had seen some guy steal a waffle iron from a woman's cart while she wasn't looking. His mind had quietly spiraled over it. What if waffles were all she had to feed her thirteen badass kids because their dad squandered her modest bank-teller salary on fantasy-football bets and scratch cards? What if her life depended on that waffle iron? He'd obsessed about it for days.

And snakes used to ruin him. Just the idea of them. Shane couldn't bear the thought of those delicate-looking reptiles trying their hardest to travel around their patch of forest while legless and footless. It broke his heart! They were so unfairly handicapped. He used to obsessively sketch pictures of snakes with four legs, until it occurred to him that he was, in fact, drawing lizards.

The world was too loud for little-boy Shane. What he didn't know was that he was training himself to be a deeply empathetic writer—understanding nuanced emotion, spying humanity in unexpected places, seeing past the obvious.

and, no matter who they are, where they come from, or what they look like, you know that you're made of the same stuff." "So, because of this soul tribe member, you're turning down what you've wanted your whole life?

I can live a comfortable life. The first lesson of life is to burn our own smoke; that is, not to inflict on outsiders our personal sorrows and petty morbidness, not to keep thinking of ourselves as exceptional cases.

Nothing is better, no reward greater than our true connection with ourselves, and through that we can reach out and really touch another. Working through trauma pulls us from the surface of life into the wellspring from which we learn who we really are.

In working through the pain of a traumatic past, it is important to help clients to identify not only what hurt them, but what sustained them.

Book-writing is always much easier in other people's lives.

You can't judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than re actions." - Loring Blackman

Eliza, are you crying?" "No." "Yes, you are. Shit, I'm sorry. I was only trying to cheer you up." "You did. It's just that, well, sometimes happiness hurts.

People have reasons for what they do, Beatrice. And even if those reasons can't be justified, that doesn't make them bad people, just flawed. You have to remember," she said, "someone or something has hurt them too.

That's why you have to save the dying man. Because you want him around to keep saving you.

All my life I waited for someone who would say things like that to me. And for someone I didn't feel alone in the presence of. Someone who understood. Someone who would make me feel like it wasn't just me against the world.