Quotes About Empathy

Yeah," Swordtail said fervently. "HiveWings don't care about anyone but themselves." Cricket flinched, and Blue frowned at Swordtail. "That's really unfair, Swordtail. You don't know what's going on in their hearts. The only HiveWing you know well is Cricket, and she cares a lot.

It was sort of difficult to rage-fly on the power of hating HiveWings when there were two HiveWings flying right alongside her, being extremely noisy and distracting

Well, I sort of do, now that we have Blue.

Snowfall?" Lynx said after a moment. "Are you — did I break you?" She reached out and tapped lightly on Snowfall's forehead.

That's a lot of thoughts," he said. "Weren't you paralyzingly shy at one point? What happened to that unobtrusive, quiet dragon?" "It turns out it's actually much easier to talk to you when I can't hear what you're thinking," Moon admitted,

There's more to his story. There's always more to everyone's story, if you bother to find out what it is.

He turned toward Fathom with his wings spread wide, as if looking for reassurance, and found Fathom pointing the soul reader at him.

A dragon who understands me, finally. A dragon as deep and dark as I am, who sees my anger and wants to be nearer to it instead of freezing it away.

but I kind of want to give you a hug right now.

Moon climbed up beside Qibli and twined her tail around his. He could feel her heartbeat through her scales as they leaned into each other, watching the battle overhead.

Ha," Starflight said. "Let's take a few back for Tsunami.

Blue couldn't imagine that was true. Blue cared about all of them: every dragon he'd ever spoken to and all the ones he'd never seen. There were dragons out there eating blueberries and dragons laughing at clumsy tiger cubs and dragons learning to dance and dragons crying as though their hearts would break over missing homework. He'd been all of them in some way, and he couldn't just toss them into the talons of these angry, vengeful dragons and fly off.

I could fix them. I could do it right now … I could enchant that bandage so when she takes it off, she could see for the first time in her life.

Inside her head, Darkstalker sighed. I literally can't see any future where I can talk you out of this. Oh, good, Moon thought, Then take a break and don't try.

No," Winter grumbled. "Thank you," Qibli said, entirely too sincerely for Winter. "Well," Winter said, "I would have done the same thing for anyone, you know." "I know," Qibli said. "I like that about you.

How funny it feels to know you so well when there are so many of you I'm never going to meet. I see you all the time, especially when I'm just on the edge of falling asleep.

Because he needs you. He'd go back to school if you asked him. You make him a better dragon and I … I don't know if he can live without you.

This is going to sound weird, Moon offered, but I kind of want to give you a hug right now.

Sundew saw Cricket flinch and Blue gently rest his tail on hers.

He did want to talk to Kinkajou about what had happened to Turtle — but he couldn't do that in front of Moon. He also couldn't take Moon to Anemone's room, because Anemone was there. Darkstalker wouldn't be able to hear any thoughts Moon had about the SeaWing princess, but to explain why she was there, they'd have to tell Moon about Turtle's imprisonment, and THAT would show up in her thoughts.

All the violence, fear, and suffering That exists in the world Comes from grasping at self.

Dodrupchen writes: Whenever problems come to us from beings or inanimate objects, if our mind gets used to perceiving only the suffering or the negative aspects of them, then even from a small negative incident great mental pain will ensue. For it is the nature of indulgence in any concept, whether suffering or happiness, that the experience of this happiness or suffering will thereby be intensified.

It's easy to watch someone else's life crash and burn, harder to watch your own accident up close.

I've learned to listen not to what peolpe have to say 4but how they say it. I watch them closly how they speak, in particular their eyes.Lips lie, but the eyes never do.