Quotes About Empathy

Never Judge Another Person's Journey!

She thought of what it would be like to grow up without the one certainty that every baby deseved - when I'm hurt or cold or scared, someone will come and care for me - and how that absence could warp you so that you'd lash out at the people you loved, driving them away when all you wanted to do was pull them closer.

I want to live in a world where people are judged by who they are instead of what size they wear.

I remember things like that...A lifetimes accredidation of unkindness, all of those little longering hurts that I carried around like stones sewn into my pockets.

The measure of a man is, does he know how to love.

People are like that. They can only give you what they have inside. So if this Sydelle character is giving you so much trouble, it's because she's nothing but trouble on the inside. She's just delivering what's in her heart into the universe.

Did any love ever feel as sweet as first love? Were we all just damaged goods now, battered cans in the grocery store sale bin, day old bread, marked down at the registered, hoping that someone would look past the obvious flaws and love us enough to take us home?

You have to let people be who they want," Terry said. "Even if it's not what you want them to be.

I listened, thinking this was a Drew I'd never seen. One who saw her own privilege. One who was trying to do better.

Your friends will still be your friends, if they're good friends.

Why would you want to spend your money to go to countries where the people are so poor that they'd do anything to come over here?

The ones who nod in sympathy when their friends talked about street harassment, but whose lived experience involved more shouts of "lose some weight" than cat calls and leers. The

Remember the M.S. St. Louis?" Jo nodded. It felt like every week of Hebrew school they'd gotten lessons on the Holocaust, including the story of the ship of nine hundred Jewish refugees that had been turned away from the United States in 1939 because the government believed the passengers were spies. "I've told you what it was like for me as a girl. Kids calling me names. Throwing things at me. And nobody

There are friends who tell you, "Someday you'll laugh about this." Susan's my best friend because, with her, "someday" is always now.

Make sure you have people who love you, the real you, not the Instagram you. If you can't be brave, pretend to be brave, and if you can't do that yet, know that you aren't alone. Everyone you see is struggling. Nobody has it all figured out.

was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning.

I wondered if, at the end, she had known that she was dying, if she'd been in pain or if she'd been afraid, and I thought about how, in spite of all the ways we were different, Drue had spent a lot of her life being lonely… just like me.

It's just—in my opinion—the Internet is a place where people end up making themselves feel awful, or hurting other people. And everyone pretends." His throat jerked as he swallowed. "Everyone tries to put the best versions of themselves across. To fake it. And when they're not doing that, they're sitting behind their screens, passing judgment and feeling superior to whoever they think's being sexist or racist that day.

Once, she'd cried, telling me that she thought she should have noticed, should have seen that I was in trouble, should have done something. I told her it was my problem and my job to solve it. Just be my friend, I said. That's what I need most.

my chest. All I'd wanted was for someone to be happy for me—happy with me, straight-up happy, not happy with questions, or happy with reservations, or happy but confused, or not happy at all . . . and there was no one in my life, including my husband, who fit the bill.

if you use people your entire life, if you manipulate them and take from them, and throw them away when you don't need them anymore, then yes, there are consequences. Bad things happen.

She would look this other Diana in the eyes and then she'd decide what she would do, how she could confront Hal without hurting some poor, blameless woman, in a world where being born female meant spending years of your life at risk, and the rest of it invisible, existing as prey or barely existing at all.

that if you use people your entire life, if you manipulate them and take from them, and throw them away when you don't need them anymore, then yes, there are consequences.

Thank you," she said, and thought of something Hannah had told her once, long ago, about how, for old married ladies like them, making a new friend was the closest they could get to falling in love.