Quotes About Empathy

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one.

She tugged on her sleeves again. He could tell the dress was bothering her something fierce. Well, he could understand that. He'd've been mighty uncomfortable in a dress himself, and she was probably no more used to a dress than he was.

Surely by now you've heard it all a dozen times." "I like hearing about your dream though. It's nice. Tell me again.

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

Just rest another minute, Cass. You needed to cry those tears. You've been through a terrible time. Just let me hold you.

Sometimes the villain becomes a victim

You got to look at things with the eye in your heart, not with the eye in your head. —Lame Deer

You got to look at things with the eye in your heart, not with the eye in your head.

The world is filled with unreasonable hate. What's wrong with unreasonable love?

WHEN YOU'RE READING YOU SHOULD PRETEND YOU'RE REALLY THERE BECAUSE IT WILL MAKE THE BOOK MOR INTERESTING!

People were so fragile, so easily broken, so hard to put back together. "Mr.

Saying something mean and then claiming you're not yourself doesn't take the hurt away.

When I've been in my dramatic states, friends who look beyond my spiraling downward are quick (and kind) to remind me of what is good in my life. They tell me the truth. This world is not all about me, nor am I just about to slip off the precipice of sadness. They help me see the blessings in the mess, the beauty underlying the mayhem. And when I have a dramatic friend, I can also offer this same perspective.

God] occupies all the difficult spaces humanity has endured. While I can't fully reconcile the problem of evil and why so many people have been sexually violated over the centuries, I do know this: Jesus has wept alongside me, and he weeps for his church to rise up valiantly and love the least, the last, and the lost. This is our WE TOO moment, to purposefully suffer alongside the sexually broken.

The church acts most like Jesus when it protects the victimized.

Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind it.

I beg your forgiveness, Your Eminence. I would not truly feed your face to the hogs. It might make them sick.

There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

I know what it feels like to have my choices taken away. I pray no daughter of your kingdom will ever have to fight for her voice to be heard as I have had to do

And yet, when we stopped at the last hamlet and I saw him embrace the elders and leave gifts, saw the hope that he left behind, and remembered it was he who had saved Kaden from the savagery of his own kind, I wondered if anything I felt in my gut really mattered.

I started to stand, but Yvet stopped me and leaned forward to kiss my injured cheek, her little lips moist against my skin. "It won't hurt for long, Miz. Be brave." I swallowed, trying to answer without turning into a blathering fool. "I'll try, Yvet. I'll try to be as brave as you."

stopped him, pushing him to his feet again by the tip of my sword. "It shouldn't matter if I am a tavern maid or a princess. When I see you treating others with respect without regard to their station—or anatomy—then your apology will mean something." I