Quotes About Empathy

At least I wasn't Major Disaster. That was Tommy's mom.

And is there a difference, I wonder, watching the ease with which T.J. settles back into her reading, between the happiness of being happy and the happiness of being happy because you think someone might be less happy than you?

He understood that being of service to others takes you out of the smallness of your own issues and into the bigger realm of the heart.

Many of us grow up feeling as if we are not truly seen for who we are; we grow up feeling invisible. The act of eye-gazing galvanizes the simple but extraordinary power of being seen in a transcendent but deeply personal way.

People who like to fix other people become "catastrophizers. Fixing becomes an unconscious way of preventing a "what if" from happening.

The best gift anyone can give, I believe, is the gift of sharing themselves.

It's hard whenever someone makes the wrong choice that affects others around him, but you can't let that change who you are.

Usually any advice I hand out is advice I need to hear as well." "So

If you loveach other, whatever happens you can deal with it, you can work it out. Because if there's one thing I've learned, it's that it's really not much fun having an adventure with someone you're not in love with.

And when you hate someone, it leaves deeper scars on your psyche than loving someone ever can.

I will never guilt trip my children when they are adults, she'd vowed. I will never expect more than they are

No child wants to feel that they weren't wanted, even if they don't care much for the abandoner.

Dad. I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry. I want to kill myself. The thought of you, seeing that. It makes me want to kill myself.

Yes. I agree. We are done here. I am sorry to have upset you, Miss Jones. But what we mustn't forget, whatever the truth of this situation, a young woman was killed in that house. Violently killed. This must remain the focus and I will keep making people cry for as long as it takes to find out who did it and why.

I'd subliminally determined at this point that the only way to really know what was going on in the world was to listen to women talk.

Men don't know, she thinks, they don't know how having a baby makes you protective of your skin, your body, your space. When you spend all day giving yourself to a baby in every way that it's possible to give yourself to another human being, the last thing you want at the end of the day is a grown man wanting you to give him things too.

When the children were small, Laurel's mother would occasionally make small, raw observations about gaps between phone calls and visits that would tear tiny, painful strips off Laurel's conscience. I will never guilt trip my children when they are adults, she'd vowed. I will never expect more than they are able to give.

I'd subliminally determined at this point that the only ay to really know what was going on in the world was to listen to women talk. Anyone who ignores the chatter of women is poorer by any measure.

You find that with children who've shared a childhood trauma: it's like a fine wire that runs between you; you can feel the tug on it from time to time.

And how many stories has she missed all these years while she's been so wrapped up in her own?

Please don't be sorry. Please just cry for as long as you need to cry.

But, Josie, think about it. Erin has been abused under your roof for years. You've done nothing to protect her. She waits until you're out of the house before she uses the bathroom. What on earth makes you think she's going to get in touch with you?

Although they reflected the parts of himself that he disliked, he didn't dislike them.

That's such bullshit. Come on. You were the one with the big house and the posh school and the bedroom full of nice things. I arrived in your house with nothing. Literally just a bag of clothes. And there you were, Little Lord Fauntleroy, with everything. Everything a child could want. How do you think that made me feel?