Quotes About Empathy

Why can't she see that no two people are exactly alike? Our hearts and minds are all different. Only our dreams share this same desperate need to rise and soar...

I would have preferred if you had loved me less and understood me more.

Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn't.

We are not different nor alike But each strange in his leather body sealed in skin and reaching out clumsy hands and loving is an act that cannot outlive the open hand the open eye the door in the chest standing open.

Variant selves haunt the corridors of my brain, people my novels, crowd in like ghosts drawn to blood when friends or strangers tell me secrets, hand me their troubles, sweaters knit of hair and wire.

A little man in a threadbare coat spoke up for the poor as if he really knew what he was talking about. The women with the flowers threw them down for him. "That's Robert Speer," one said. "Something like that. He's our man.

It was not that I did not miss Arofa. To this day, I dream about her. I kept seeing her ghost. But I have always believed that if you love a pet, when they die, you find a pet who needs a home, and that is how you show your love. To me, giving love to new cats commemorated her in the only way that mattered.

i find it easy to admire in trees what depresses me in people

Life is the first gift, love is the second, and understanding, the third

There is no justice we don't make daily like bread and love.

Never in your life have you been helpless—under somebody's heel. You never lived where your enemies held power over you, power to run your life or wipe it out. You can't understand. That's how come you stand there feeding me empty slogans!" Luciente bowed her head. "You crit me justly, Connie. Forgive me. I'll try to see your situation more clearly and make less loud noises in your ears.

Women are terribly shocking to men, my dear. Don't understand them. Like them. It saves such a lot of hurting one way and the other.

Oversensitivity is the silent cause of all suffering. —Anonymous

Darwin proved that not only are humans and all other animals related but also that we together feel pain, share emotions, and possess memory, reason, and imagination. Rather than seeing humans and animals as categorically different, Darwin showed that all animals, including humans, share a continuum of mental and emotional capacities.

Being an Other, in America, teaches you to imagine what can't imagine you.

I have cuts and bruises that do not map a course.

I was a jealous little she-reader; I resented pouring myself into the lives of hero-boys.

The intensities of friendship suit you better.

He was fine, and foreign, and he did not belong here. I held him close, not crushing, not waking him, letting him sleep, and I suffered. I had never felt such feelings before. I would do anything for him; I would do anything. Anything that was asked of me, that would increase his happiness or health, I would do, and willingly. So I told myself, rocking him, the winter sky white at the window.

Here, we are not the only ones wanting, and we must make room for other people's desires.

There's a thing in poetry called the caesura a pause between words, a silence. I thought: that's what real friendship is, too. Someone you can be quiet with. Someone who understands your mistakes and forgives you.

I'm not something you fix like a broken plate or revise like a term paper. I'm a person. You love a person by accepting who they are, not constantly fixing them or trying to shape or change or teach them.

Too bad people can't always be playing music, maybe then there wouldn't be any more wars.

loves was about the people who loved you