Quotes About Empathy

I'm just one person with one experience, so really on 'Question Time' and in my comedy day job I just say: 'Hello, I'm Rosie, I'm disabled, this is my view of the world.' If you agree with that, if you can take similarities with that, great, but I never assume that I'm grand enough to speak for a fifth of the country.

Bullying is so common that it's viewed as almost 'normal,' but it should never be.

I think from a personal standpoint, maybe I appreciate a little more that there are two sides to every story, and the way that the U.S. is sometimes is viewed outside of the U.S. can be pretty tough, depending on what the U.S.'s actions are.

The Savior was selfless. He viewed himself and his own needs as secondary, and he ministered to others tirelessly, lovingly, effectively.

The key to me recovering from drug addiction was figuring out why I was so upset and why I hated myself so much. I realised it was all to do with the way I was viewed by other people.

The idea is to improve somebody's day. That's how I've always viewed my job. I'm a distraction therapist. I make people's problems go away for just a little bit.

Love forgives all things. You don't even need to ask.

Those aren't my favorite," Helen admitted. "But I hope to love them someday. Sometimes one must love something before it becomes lovable.

Everyone striving to be witty and sought-after, everyone talking and no one listening...

Hang it all, Haven, talk to a girlfriend if all you want is a pair of ears. Guys hate it when you give us a problem and then don't let us do something about it. It makes us feel bad. And then the only way to make ourselves feel better is to rip a phone book in two or blow something up. So let's get this straight — I'm not a good listener. I'm a guy." - Jack Travis

I know that he is not the easiest man to love. However, if you could bring yourself to meet him halfway…perhaps even a bit more than halfway…I believe you would never have cause to regret it.

I'm sorry, buttercup," he murmured, cuddling her spent and trembling form against his. "You deserve time and privacy, and consideration. Not to be fondled in the library over the tea service.

Kindness counts the most when it's given to people who don't deserve it.

Life is far kinder to shallow people.

At the first realization that Annabelle was ill, he had felt his chest turn painfully hollow, as if his heart had been seized for ransom. There had been no question in his mind that he would do whatever was necessary to make her safe and comfortable. And in the moments when Annabelle had struggled to breathe, staring at him with eyes bright with pain and fear, he would have done anything for her. Anything. -Simon's thoughts

I learned that a sense of privacy doesn't have to depend on walls and doors. At least not external ones. Two people could sit in a room and read or work separately without ever breaking the silence. It's an ability to put up walls in your mind, so no one can get through.

A veces las fisuras de dos almas separadas puede ser lo que las une.

Hunt immediately adjusted his hold, bracing her easily. "I thought you looked pale," he remarked, gently stroking back a lock of hair that had fallen over her damp face. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Is it just your stomach, or do you hurt somewhere else?

He couldn't stand by and do nothing. Something inside him had been let out of its cage, and it wouldn't go back in until he'd made the world pay for hurting Cassandra. When he thought of what she might be feeling, how frightened and furious and wounded she must be... a strange and terrible emotion twisted all through him. He wanted Cassandra in his arms. He wanted to shield her from all this damned ugliness.

Heath had been there to help her, letting her draw from his strength. Did she have enough strength to sustain him in the same way?

Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.

From the very first time she'd been able to find the chinks in his armor

Feeling the reverberations of my panic, Jack pulled me between his thighs and gathered me against his chest. He held me wordlessly, with infinite patience. "I guess . . . ," I managed to say eventually, "I don't feel all-the-way safe." "Probably because you're not." Jack hooked his fingers at the side of my panties, drawing them down. "But in a few minutes, darlin', you're not going to give a damn." -Ella & Jack

Rijetko kad mi se ljudi ne dopadaju zbog osobina koje ne mogu promijeniti. Obi?no daju dovoljno povoda da ih ne zavolim iz posve druk?ijih razloga.