Quotes About Empathy

These were people like that. The ones that cared so terribly much - enough to risk everything, enough to change and do things. Most people aren't like that, you know. It isn't that they don't care, but they don't care so greatly.

I can bear pain, myself, but I could not bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it.

Jamie laid a hand on mine, and my fingers turned to intertwine with his. I could feel his pulse in my own fingertips, the solid bones of knuckle and phalanges. His right hand, battered and marked with the scars of sacrifice and labor. Marked also with the signs of my love, the crude repairs done in pain and desperation. Blood of my blood, bone of my bone Ã¢â'¬Â¦

I listen," she said simply. "To what folk say—and what they don't.

I can bear pain, myself," he said softly, "but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

To take responsibility for the welfare of others made me feel less victimized by the whims of whatever impossible fate had brought me here

Calmar el dolor y el miedo a la muerte servía para atenuar los propios temores.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.

Mm, you're nice to croodle wi', he murmured, doing what I assumed was croodling.

She supposed she ought to feel exposed in some way, the privacy of her thoughts and dreams laid bare to him—but she trusted him with them. He would never use those things against her.

He seized my free hand, hard, and looked down at me. "You may have it," he said. His voice was very low, but he met my eyes straight on. "All of it. Anything that was ever done to me. If ye wish it, if it helps ye, I will live it through again.

Dinna fash yourself, Sassenach. Ye canna say more than ye know, but tell me it all, just once more.

I've seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.

Ye ken that, don't ye? That they can only be what they are because you and I are what we are?

Please," she said, "don't mention Jamie Fraser to my daughter.

A strange thought occurs to me. There is of course no point of similarity between yourself and Stapleton in terms of circumstance or character. And yet there is one peculiar commonality. Both you and Stapleton know. And for your separate reasons, cannot or will not speak of it to anyone. The odd result of this is that I feel quite free in the company of either one of you, in a way that I cannot be free with any other man.

Roger lay in the dust of the road, bruised, filthy, and starving, with a woman trembling and weeping against his chest, now and then giving him a small thump with her fist. He had never felt happier in his life.

She can hear it," Jem said, smiling into his sister's face. "How do you know?" Claire asked, curious. Jem looked up at her, surprised. "She says so.

It looks as though it hurt." "It did." "Did you cry?" His fists clenched involuntarily at his sides. "Yes!" Jenny walked back around to face him, pointed chin lifted and slanted eyes wide and bright. "So did I," she said softly. "Every day since they took ye away.

that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing. A

I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help.

But the years between now and then had been hard ones—and compassion was a soft emotion, easily eroded by circumstance.

the important things ye do by touch, aye?