Quotes About Empathy

As in, "When I forget to do the dishes, that's because no one's perfect. When you forget to do the dishes, it's because you're a selfish asshole.

Kurt smiled a shy smile. You're just trying to cheer me up, he said. Course I am, Andy said. You deserve to be full of cheer.

We are all worth something, she said. Zottas are not worth more than the rest of us. Self-Deception makes us into monsters. Selfishness is an excuse to busy your empathy. People are basically good. Live as though it was the first days of a better [nation].

But as an actual old lady with gray hair and wrinkles, she understood the silences. She didn't have to talk to Seth about most things, because she had him modeled so well in her mind, she knew what he would say to practically anything she might say to him—and vice versa. They could sit together, not speaking. The silence wasn't distance, it was closeness. She'd catch him looking and grinning sometimes. She'd grin back.

Someday, people are going to realize that. Someday, enough white folks, enough rich white folks are going to realize that living in a lawless city where hooligans like you can administer beatings and then get your victims locked up for the crime of complaining about it is no good for them. "But long before then, everyone else is going to wake up to that fact. Brown people. White people. Chinese people and Puerto Ricans and everyone

I figured a woman can't be understood the way a man can. Women have purposes men can't even imagine.

You can't hate your best friend for taking opportunities he'd been given. That would be the worst sort of hate, wouldn't it? Because it would mean you hate yourself, too.

Your prayer for someone may or may not change them, but it always changes YOU.

The problem is that many bitter people don't know they are bitter. since they are so convinced that they are right, they can't see their own wrong in the mirror. And the longer the root of bitterness grows, the more difficult it is to remove.

When we look at other people comparatively and competitively, we're not seeing them as our brothers and sisters. We're not loving them more than we love ourselves, and we we're definitely not seeing them as God sees them.

If you don't handle the hurt properly, their sin becomes a catalyst for your own.

I should protect and cherish the young, the old, and the infirm, because at some point I would be all of these things before my own journey ended.

At night I could feel the loneliness coming off both of us like heat.

And that's my comfort--that someone else was there and experienced the same thing. How else could I know it was real and not merely a dream?

Human hearts are not made out of stone. Thank Thor. They can break, and heal, and beat again.

Who is to say that your friend's life is worth more than a Dragon's?' said One Eye, who was taking up most of the deck. 'It's worth more to me,' said Hiccup. 'Because I didn't know the Doomfang personally.

He looked as frightened as I was. I looked at him, and I saw myself.1,080 rount

Ibland är det bara nära vänner som kan förstå vad vi försöker få sagt. Nån som vi ofta har varit tillsammans med och som lyssnar noga på vad det är som vi försöker säga, och som försöker förstå (s. 220).

Size isn't everything... However small we are, we should always fight for what we believe to be right. And I don't mean fight with the power of our fists... I mean the power of our brains and our thoughts and our dreams.

Det är en sak att stiga i land på en ny kontinent under pompa och ståt, från ett stort och tungt beväpnat fartyg, med gåvor och bytesvaror och god mat. Att däremot anlända mer eller mindre naken, obeväpnad, försvarslös och utan minsta gåva, är en helt annan sak, nåt som alla stackars flyktingar genom historien kan intyga.

Människohjärtan är inte gjorda av sten (s. 251).

Sometimes it is only a true friend who knows what we mean when we try to speak. Somebody who has spent a lot of time with and listens carefully to what we are trying to say, and tries to understand.

Can we imagine a togetherness that isn't founded on gross generalizations, conceptualizing ourselves as unique individuals who still stand to gain from looking out for one another? Can we identify with each other rather than with categories or masters?

The characters were not unknown because they were illegal or didn't have the documents but because people didn't want to know them.