Quotes About Empathy

Because it needs to be said," she murmured. "Because that's what happened. You deserve to know that.

We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

There are people out there who enjoy hurting and scaring others. They're going to keep doing it until you make them stop.

I'm not saying pain is what defines us as human beings. But it is, in many ways, what unites us.

It was more than that, too. There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.

Because someone without furycraft has been made a High Lord," Tavi replied. "My heart bleeds for the poor lambs.

I'm not saying pain is what defines us as human beings. But it is, in many ways, what unites us. We all recognize other people in pain. Damned near all of us are moved to do something about it when we see it. It's our common enemy, though it isn't, really, an enemy. Pain is, at least when our bodies are working properly, a teacher. A really tough, really strict, and perfectly fair teacher.

I mean, maybe it isn't all about you. Or at least, not only about you." I stared at her blankly for a moment. "But for that to be true," I said, "I would have to not be the center of the universe.

Everyone cares about everyone else, so when you get mad and say something horrible, it hurts that much more. And too many things go unsaid. That's the worst, I think. Everyone thinks they know one another better than they probably do, so you fill in the silences with things the other person never actually said. Or thought. Or thought about saying.

You don't help people sand off any rough edges by telling them how much they suck. I'd hadn't always been so different from the kid.

Life's easier when you can write off others as monsters, as demons, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared. The thing is, you can't do that without becoming them, just a little. Sure

The eyes are a window to the soul. Literally. Looking someone steadily in the eyes is an uncomfortable, intense experience for anyone. If you don't believe me, pick a stranger sometime, and just go up to them and stare them in the eye until that moment when there's a sudden acknowledgement of lowered barriers, that moment that inspires awkward silences and racing hearts.

And besides. You can't go around making people's choices for them. Not if you love them.

We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

There's power in the touch of another person's hand....Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone's hand can ease pain and make things better. That's power. That's power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.

You'd think we would hold life in greater value than we do.

The only mirrors we have are other people.

We're always disappointed when we find out someone has human limits, the same as we do. It's stupid for us to feel that way, and we really ought to know better, but that doesn't seem to slow us down.

You've got to talk to someone. It doesn't have to be me or here, but you've got to do it. There's no shame in feeling bad about killing someone, not for any reason.

Wizardry is awfully intriguing and useful, but it doesn't necessarily teach you very much about other people. It's better at teaching you about yourself.

I'm not saying pain is what defines us as human beings. But it is, in many ways, what unites us. We all recognize other people in pain.

So I reached over, took her hand, and squeezed gently. After a while, I said, "Molly, I don't think it's ever going to happen. But if it ever does, the first time damned well isn't going to be like that. You deserve better. So do I.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

bullies either. He'd be glad to have