Quotes About Empathy

I could not find the words that would reach him. Perhaps there were none.

I learned to sleep through the day so that I would not be tired when he returned; he always needed to talk then, to tell me down to the last detail about the faces and the wounds and the movements of men. And I wanted to be able to listen, to digest the bloody images, to paint them flat and unremarkable onto the vase of posterity. To release him from it and make him Achilles again.

That was another thing about him. He made you want to spill your secrets.

Yüreklerimizde gerçekte ne oldu?u bilinseydi kaç?m?z affedilirdi?

Birbirimizde yaralar açt?k ama hiçbiri ölümcül de?il.

Pero quizá ningún progenitor sea capaz de ver realmente a sus hijos. Cuando los miramos vemos únicamente el reflejo de nuestros propios recuerdos

We are sorry, we are sorry. Sorry that you were caught, I said. Sorry that you thought I was weak. But you were wrong.

I could recognize him by touch alone, smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

He showed me his scars. And in return he let me pretend that I had none.

Non vedevo i suoi lati peggiori. Anche al suo meglio non era un uomo facile. Ma mi è stato amico in un momento in cui ne avevo bisogno. - Strano pensare che una dea abbia bisogno di amici. - Tutte le creature che non siano pazze ne hanno bisogno.

Yüreklerimizde gerçekten ne oldu?u bilinseydi kaç?m?z affedilirdi?

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breath came and his feet struck to earth.

Pero quizá ningún progenitor sea capaz de ver realmente a sus hijos. Cuando los miramos vemos únicamente el reflejo de nuestros propios defectos.

En muhtaç durumdakilerin en nefret etti?i ?ey minnettarl?kt?r, s?rf kendilerini yeniden iyi hissetmek için ilk f?rsatta sald?r?rlar.

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?" "Perhaps," Achilles admitted. I listened and did not speak. Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness

I loved this about him. No matter how many times I had asked, he answered me as if it were the first time

It is not you," I said. "At least there is that.

No es una muestra de genialidad buscar un atajo al corazón?

I ran my hands over his ribbed scars, easing him as I could. The scars themselves I offered to wipe away. He shook his head. "How would I know myself?

This and this and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender or too slow.

Humillar a las mujeres parece ser el pasatiempo predilecto de los poetas. Como si no pudiese haber historia a menos que nos arrastrásemos y sollozásemos.

Patroclus," he said. He was always better with words than I.

If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.