Quotes About Empathy

But she felt it now and all the pain in her heart was for her mother, her mother who she knew would be crying and worrying and feeling the meaning of her life slipping away from her. She couldn't bear it. She truly couldn't bear

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. Anyone who ignores the chatter of women is poorer by any measure.

Yeah, but, Lules – a social worker. Do you know how draining that will be? How hard? The hours you'll have to work? The stuff you'll bring home with you? Wouldn't you rather just get, like, a shop job or something? Something easy? Something local?

And they are a part of you. And with Viva it sometimes felt like we were continuations of the same person, that I began where she ended, and vice versa.

Now that even the cat was gone, though he'd made a big effort to stay alive for her and lasted until he was almost twenty-one.

In some ways, yes,' she replies. 'When you are a parent, not being able to feed your child is just about the worst, most soul-destroying thing imaginable. And now I can feed you. I can clothe you. I can give you warm beds to sleep in—' 'But they're not our beds.

I know. I know. But still. When I think of how he treated you. How bad he made you feel. How he lied to you about everything. And now he's out and about, gallivanting with another woman. It just sickens me, Rachel. It really sickens me.

the only way 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

I rarely dislike people for things they can't change, they usually give me sufficient cause to dislike them for other reasons.

One of the blessings human beings take for granted is the ability to remember pain without re-feeling it. The pain of the physical wounds is long gone …and the other kind of hurt, the damage done to our spirits, has been healed. We are careful with those scarred places in each other.

You don't annoy me." Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. "I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot's been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?" "Yes. I make your feet tingle." A smile came to his lips. "Among other things.

I think the busiest people are often the loneliest.

A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching. It occurs to me that no one in my life has ever concerned himself so thoroughly with my happiness.

I wish you were a mind-reader. I want you to know everything but I don't want to have to tell you. Because there are some things I don't want to say out loud.

No. But I understand her. Life makes people what they are.

She had discovered that the best remedy for heartache was trying to make herself useful to others.

Only someone who had experienced such bitter despair would be able to recognize it in another.

He was my confidant, the person who was always on my side even when he wasn't taking my side.

Friends are the support bras of life.

Dad," I said hesitantly, "I wish you could be there for me even when I'm doing the wrong thing. I wish you could love me even when I'm screwing up.

The right words can bind someone more effectively than chains.

it was better to answer, no matter how ineptly, thank to withhold a reply. Because sometimes silence could wound someone nearly as badly as a bullet.