Quotes About Empathy

Just because he's a spider doesn't mean he deserves any less concern!

No one with a book is ever alone, even in the darkest moments.

And without forgiveness, there is never any peace.

You have to learn how to listen before you will hear.

I felt I should repeat it for the other slipper, in case there should be any bad feelings between the two. One should never create tension between one's footwear.

Here's a tip...If you leave a girl crying you're probably not doing your Don Juan routine right, asshole.

I know you want me to feel some sympathy for them, but that's not who I am. I care only about those I know, and even then, not all that deeply. Strangers get nothing from me.

It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not. It comes of a pitiful need to believe in one's own worth when one is hollow within. We are all worthy. And none of us are, all at once. Once that is acknowledged, that hollow, howling space may be filled with understanding.

I'm more worried about you, she said. You and trouble... yeah. She heard the smile in his voice. We're like that.

Books spoke mind to mind, soul to soul across the abyss of time and distance.

Stop using him, and start protecting him. I know he thinks he doesn't need it, but sometimes he does. Sometimes we all do.

I can't simply adopt strays because they seem winsome.

We can be lonely together

You're always caring about strays and outcasts among us, myself included. You really are a very odd girl, you know; so little sense of what is good for you.

I'll be your hands.

Maybe only the truly damaged can accept each other in the way we do.

Santi and Wolfe exchanged a look. Wolfe inclined his head a little to the side, with a strange, crooked smile. You see? They're as bad as we are. Worse, Santi sighed.

And without forgivness, there is never any peace.I tell you this from the distance of many centuries. My son gave his life. I won't reply to his gift with anger, not even for those who took him from me. Those same poor, sad people will wake up tomorrow grieving their own losses, I think, if they survie at all. How can hating them heal me?

Are you all right? The question surprised Jess, and it broke through his black shell enough to make him throw a look at his friend. No. I didn't think you were. Everyone wants you to be. That must be worse, that they think you should be fine.

I meant it," I tell him. "Every bruise. Every cut. Get

We allow brushes of hands without flinching, smiles without premeditation. It feels real. It feels solid. I finally begin to feel fully human.

It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not.

Jess understood, at a very fundamental level, that when he'd seen that book being destroyed, he'd seen a light pass out of the world.

objectivity doesn't matter when you're talking about your own child.