Quotes About Empathy

Her eyes searched his. "Don't hate me, don't—" His head shook. "Sweetheart…" The endearment slipped from him. "Do I look like I give a damn about what you've done?

humans, ah, humans I get right every time." And her

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

You never get anywhere until you figure out the difference between passion and compassion.

We specialize in story-- story is what defines us, what brings people together

I wish everyone had the same chances," I say. "Because it stinks a big one that they don't." - Catherine

When someone is upset, it's not a good time to bring up your own problems.

Jason tilts his head toward me, his hand moving slyly across his book. Stupid. Speech. Woman.

Sometimes people don't answer because they didn't hear you. Other times it's because they don't want to hear you.

If you can get people to care about the little things, they'll care about the big things, too.

It's a powerful thing to rescue something. It changes both of you.

As we continued upward, I thought about how adults sometimes complain that kids only think about ourselves, but it's not true. We care a lot about other people, but most times, we don't have the power to change things for them.

But that's the one thing about being blind. What you look like doesn't matter to Lucky. He sees you with his heart" -Lily

world as it is to show the beautiful ones.

Dogs always forgive you when they know you're sorry. And so do star friends" -Lily

May] understood people and she let them be whatever way they needed to be. She had faith in every single person she ever met, and this never failed her, for nobody ever disappointed May. Seems people knew she saw the very best of them, and they'd turn that side to her to give her a better look.

But he finally saw how pain caused one of two things: A reverence for life. Or killing. Both grew from the same seed.

May was the best person I ever knew.... She understood people and she let them be whatever way they needed to be. She had faith in every single person she ever met, and this never failed her, for nobody ever disappointed May. Seems people knew she saw the very best of them, and they'd turn that side to her to give her a better look.

It is almost impossible for a parent to hold a secret from a child. Children, without the skills of language, spend years developing instead an intuition. By the time they are fifteen, as I was, they are masters of a kind of clairvoyance that tells them, He is depressed, He is frightened, He is pleased.

kind but distant, she now recognized him as

folks in town already thought she was a few bricks shy of a full load.             "I'm working on it."  Though she couldn't see him, Will's voice was as familiar to her as his face had ever been. He had a beautiful voice: low, with a hint of gravel in the throat. Hearing it now, without the comfort of his physical presence, brought a hollow ache to

The artist always plays to himself and I believe the audience seeing that one person can be free to express his thoughts, however strange they may seem, inspires the audience to feel that perhaps they too can freely express their innermost thoughts with impunity, joy, and release, and perhaps discover our common bond – unique yet so similar – with each other.

She couldn't get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn't get away.

I got to thinking—when it was too late—you have to reach out to people. To your family, too. You can't just let them sit there, you should put your hand out. If they slap it back, well you reach out again if you care enough. If you don't care enough, you forget about them, if you can.