Quotes About Empathy

i think of friendship in terms of love...

i have never had anybody talk to me like this. this is not a flirty sixth-grade phone call or bantering with friends or words passed in a note. i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this.

I think that if you were somehow able to measure the weight of human kindness, it would have weighed more on 9/11 than it ever had. On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

detachment, n. Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.

You never get involved in the people's lives? The ones you're inhabiting? I shake my head. You try to leave the lives the way you found them. Yeah. But what about Justin? What made that so different? You, I say.

Some people are given relatively fair lives. But others-they carry the burden of the unfairness of the world.

But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

I love you," she says. "I love you," I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don't deserve it at her expense.

He's not doing it to hurt me. I have to believe that. He's doing it to make himself happy which just happens to hurt me.

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

Wishing the best for you, knowing it was the worst of me.

When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.

I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference,vif there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all.

When he talked to you, you seemed to fit in, but when someone else was talking, or he would be distracted, you jsut looked lonely over there. At least to me. But whenever I would tell you that, you'd say I'm fine. I just slip out of it, you know? And I'd say I'll catch you, and you would say, It's not the kind of slipping you can catch.

Although it is such a singular word, there are many variations of alone. There is the alone of an empty beach at twilight. There is the alone of an empty hotel room. There is the alone of being caught in a throng of people. There is the alone of missing a particular person. And there is the alone of being with a particular person and realizing you are still alone.

Falling in love with someone doesn't mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

Even though you're not my type, gender-wise, you're my type, person-wise.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

We often believe the truest measure of a relationship is the ability to lay ourselves bare. But there's something to be said for parading your plumage as well, finding truth as much in the silly as the severe.

It's Miranda who speaks up. You're gay, she says, with complete seriousness. And I love you.

Sometimes I wish we could open ourselves up to each other as much as we do to the sky. To the smallness and the enomity.

He's a fuckup, but he's my fuckup," and I thought, Oh, shit, I really shouldn't be relating to this, but I am, and so what? That has to be what love is—seeing what a mess he is and loving him anyway, because you know you're a mess, too, maybe even worse.

Even though you're not my type, gender wise, you're certainly my type, person-wise.