Quotes About Empathy

The pair smiled desperately at one another. And for the first time ever, despite the fact that everyone he knew - even the gods themselves - would condemn him for it, Jebel didn't think of Tel Hesani as a slave, but as an equal.

The world was more fun if you could enjoy it with complete abandonment, untouched by the misery of others.

You can't hate those who are harming themselves. Instead you pity them and try to help them if you can.

No, I said softly. You have to give it to me. You have to use it on Steve. He's dying. You can't let him die. I most certainly can.

The dead are the best listeners in the world. The corpse takes it all in, never interrupts, doesn't criticize me, lets me waffle on for as long as I like.

Kirk always stood up for the underdog

You're not supposed to give people things unless you're sure they'd like to get them from you...[B]ut it goes deeper than that. when you give somebody something, you're saying out loud that you know they'd like to have you give -

Morelli shook his battered head. "I don't apologize for what I do—people've got to take it or leave it—but I don't mind telling you I'm sorry I lost my noodle and cracked down on you and I hope it ain't bothering you much and if there's anything I can do to square it I—

I would not know how I am supposed to feel about many stories if not for the fact that the TV news personalities make sad faces for sad stories and happy faces for happy stories.

If Black Stache laughed, you laughed. If he snarled, you snarled. If he breathed in your direction, you ran for cover.

You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.

I had no shoes and I pitied myself. Then I met a man who had no feet, so I took his shoes.

nobody loves you the way your dog loves you. When you're with your dog, you may mentally be elsewhere, but your dog is not; your dog is always right there with you. When you're gone, your dog is waiting for you to come back, so it can be with you again. Because being with you makes your dog happier than anything else.

In the end, all that really matters—all you really have—is the people you love. Not your job, not your career, not your awards, not your money, not your stuff. Just your people.

Very Important: During this sensitive postpartum time, you must be very careful not to say anything negative about your wife's appearance. On the other hand, you must not say anything positive about your wife's appearance, because she'll know you're lying. And whatever you do, do NOT give her the impression that you're deliberately avoiding talking about her appearance. This might be a good time to enlist in the navy.

HAVE YOU EVER REALLY EMBARRASSED YOURSELF? Don't answer that, stupid. It's a rhetorical question. Of course you've embarrassed yourself. Everybody has. I bet the pope has. If you were to say to the pope: "Your Holy Worshipfulness, I bet you've pulled some blockheaded boners in your day, huh?" he'd smile that warm, knowing, fatherly smile he has, and then he'd wave. He can't hear a word you're saying, up on that balcony.

For all I know, some of my close friends could be dead. The only way to find out would be to call them up and talk to them about what's going on in their lives, and I never do that. I think this is true of many guys, even the ones who are not Humor Personalities: we do not view talking about our personal lives as an acceptable activity.

Molly, at the rail, her wet hair matted down, her dress torn, watching Peter intently until she knew he saw her, then mouthing something... Fly, she was saying, Fly. "I CAN'T," Peter shouted moving his arms helplessly. "I CAN'T, MOLLY!

You have what I can afford to give. You are a panhandler, begging for anything, and I am the man walking briskly by, tossing a quarter or so into your paper cup. I can afford to give you this. This does not break me.

When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it's cruel and wrong and we all know this.

Suffering is only suffering if it's done in silence, in solitude. Pain experienced in public, in view of loving millions, was no longer pain. It was communion.

If your hand doesn't work for it, your heart doesn't feel sorry for it.

She pulls away, pats me on the shoulder with three mini-pats, like those used to pet reptiles.

But it felt good to cry, to let her shoulders shake, to feel the hot tears on her face, to taste their baby salt, to wipe snot all over the underside of her shirt.