Quotes About Empathy

Lo sai, quando giocavamo all'avventuriero e all'avventuriera, tu eri quello a cui capitavano avventure ed io ero quella che le faceva capitare.

Aquel que quiere ser amado, debe querer la libertad del otro, porque de ella emerge el amor, si lo someto, se vuelve objeto, y de un objeto no puedo recibir amor

Wake up first. Wake up, and then you can double back and perhaps be of some use to others if you still have the urge. Wake up first, with pure and unapologetic selfishness, or you're just another shipwreck victim floundering in the ocean and all the compassion in the world is of absolutely no use to the other victims floundering around you.

And what I want people to get from music? Whatever they want. You know, whatever they like. Somebody asked me what I wanted to do, and I just said I wanted to give back to what it's given me. And meet all the people that are doing it; just to be in the world, really.

I can feel you, without even seeing you.

I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.Oh, Dexter, a savage inhuman monster has taken my boyfriend! Well damn it, I'm a savage inhuman monster, too—didn't that entitle me to some rest?

Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.

A reasonable being might think that he and I could find some common ground; have a cup of coffee and compare our Passengers, exchange trade talk and chitchat about dismemberment techniques. But no: Doakes wanted me dead. And I found it difficult to share his point of view.

Is that why you're crying? (...) It's just hormones, she said. I didn't want anyone to see. I skipped over the image of anyone seeing her hormones and tried to focus on the heart of the matter.

But it is a truism of life that no matter how much we are suffering, nobody else cares—generally speaking, nobody even notices.

She said it through a mouthful of pizza and still made it sound as if she was explaining shoelaces to someone with brain damage.

His hair had not grown back in the last hour, but he had at least changed out of the orange coverall and into a white terry-cloth robe and he was lying there in the middle of the bed shaved, shaking, and sweating heavily with a half-empty bottle of Skyy Vodka lying beside him. Deborah didn't even slow down at the door. She charged right over to the bed and sat beside him, taking his only hand in her only hand. Love among the ruins.

I don't," Cody insisted. Now he was not only standing up to both of us, he was practically breaking his own record for chattiness at the same time. And even though I didn't have a heart, except for circulatory purposes, I felt an affection for him and wanted to come down on his side.

But children?" I said. "I could never do this to children.

Lakukan apa yang kau bisa untuk membawa sedikit keceriaan di dunia yang suram ini, dan jika orang-orang menolak usahamu, itu salah mereka.

THERE ARE MANY ASPECTS OF HUMAN EXISTENCE that I will never understand, and I don't just mean intellectually. I mean that I lack the ability to empathize, as well as the capacity to feel emotion.

Perhaps that was part of my strange liking for Astor and Cody. Because I did like them, and that made no sense to me. I know what I am and I understand many things about myself. But one of the few character traits that genuinely mystifies me is my attitude toward children. I like them. They are important to me. They matter.

But from the way she was looking at me now, I began to think that perhaps that had been a mistake. Human relationships, especially the whole Being Married Thing, were foreign territory for me. It was clear I should have called to say I would be late—but could the consequences really be this calamitous? Was

I'm. Not. Stupid." "I never thought you were," I said, which was actually true: amazingly scatterbrained, yes, but not stupid. "Is that why you're crying?" She

I come from parents who are big on respect and also who are big on treating everyone with love. No race, no religion, no culture—none of that matters. You're a person: you deserve respect. I was in a position to make people feel good and welcome and loved. Why wouldn't I act on that?

I encourage everyone who works with children to remember to occasionally pause and try to think like a child. I think you'll be glad you did.