Quotes About Empathy

Reconciliation for the powerful and privileged means trusting those who have lived under oppression and even following their lead in becoming one new humanity.

Reconciliation and social justice are two sides of the same coin.

Everybody could see when something was troubling Christine--the writers kept asking, 'What's wrong with her?' But she never came to me directly to say she wasn't happy. That was not her way.

Sometimes at night, when I was alone, or when I was at the pool, in the quiet stillness underwater, my mind would go to that place. To the hospital, to the people there. It was as if my heart could travel, over the miles, over the months that had passed, and I was back with her. Olivia

But doing others' work for them, even emotional work, robs them of the right to feel their feelings and heal their own pain and issues. We can only learn from our own problems; we can heal only issues that are our own. Think about how different you'd feel if you were free of all those shoulds and instead focused on your own coulds. That's the goal of establishing the correct energetic boundaries.

Having strong yet fluid relational boundaries is like wearing the zipper of our hearts on the inside rather than on the outside of us. Our true self is able to decide when to open our hearts and let someone in, or when we're open to stepping out and mingling. If we're tired or need a little time alone, we can close ourselves up a little bit or zip up entirely to get the rest we need.

One of the reasons children's energetic boundaries absorb the energies of others is that children are innocent. They love. They haven't yet renounced their hearts, the part of our body that generates the largest energetic field. Children don't soak up others' negativity to hurt themselves; they do it because they love and want to help their loved ones.

The healing forces go out, and what replaces them but the energy that others are trying to get rid of. Out goes the energetic cure for the other person's cold, and chances are, in comes the energy of cold itself. Out goes your compassion and wisdom, and in comes the other person's depression and confusion. The hardest part of being a healer isn't that you are helping; you like helping. It's that you become burdened with the problems you are fixing.

We are perfect "senders and receivers" for each other.

By far, the most important activities for healing your emotional energy boundaries are separating others' feelings and thoughts from your own and then cracking the code of your own emotions.

What I learned from this experience was that you can't control others' emotions. Nor can you heal or fix emotions that aren't your own. They stay stuck in or around you and are impossible to dissolve.

If psychically sensitive, we'll be aware of every mood, activity, or need of the living and the dead, yet have no one taking care of us. Healers are often the worst off, because the world is full of people happy to deposit their problems in someone else's energy field and steal love in return. And those of us sensitive to the environment will feel for every living being everywhere, but lack the power to help the great or the small.

We only attract people to us that we can help.

Wisdom is passionate and heartfelt, giving rise to compassion and love.

forgiveness is a choice. It doesn't arrive on fairy wings; it doesn't descend from the sky for you to take or leave. Forgiveness is an action." Flora

Everyone's always on the hunt for a mirror. It's basic psychology. You want to see yourself reflected in others.

Being somebody's looking glass is not your job.

she understood he was lonely and that their ritual comforted him, connected the noises of her life with the silence of his

Was that how every couple functioned after time? Seeing the contours of someone else's intelligence so much more easily than your own?

The first time she'd seen him, she'd looked into his eyes and thought—He can handle all my darkness. He won't ever be afraid of what I tell him.

I know why he picked you. You were his mirror. His perfect, broken mirror.

If you don't believe that, try taking away a wolf's mate. See how well that shit works for you.

His bigger body dwarfed hers, but he'd always been so careful when they touched. When they made love. His strength had always been in check.

She was a bit thinner, and there was a new delicacy to her that hadn't been there before. Probably because of the recent attack she'd suffered. He'd heard that Rachel had been in the hospital. A knife attack. Some crazed fool had attacked Rachel in her own apartment. He'd been furious at the news. No one else was supposed to kill Rachel. She was his.