Quotes About Empathy

Maybe he wouldn't say anything, which is the worst thing men do.

I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

I don't believe in psychology, which says everything you do is because of yourself. That is so untrue. We are social animals, and everything we do is because of other people, because we love them, or because we don't.

I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

I moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

I do this before I bring someone new into my life; I try to get a sense of who I am so that I can make it easier for them to know me.

There was no apology in her eyes, no love or caring. But she saw me, I existed, and this lifted the beams off my shoulders. It takes so little.

We grew still and stared at each other. It seemed incredibly dangerous to look into each other's eyes, but we were doing it. For how long can you behold another person? Before you have to think of yourself again, like dipping the brush back in for more ink. For a very long time, you didn't need to get more ink, there was no reason to get anything else, because she was as good as me, she lived on earth like me, she suffered as I did.

We are social animals, and everything we do is because of other people, because we love them, or because we don't.

People just need a little help because they are so used to not loving. It's like scoring the clay to make another piece of clay stick to it.

So this was what it was like not to be me.

I went home early to study my apartment before the class. I wanted to look at everything through her eyes. I do this before I bring someone new into my life; I try to get a sense of who I am so that I can make it easier for them to know me.

I feel into the eyes of every person I passed on the street.

I cried in English, I cried in French, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world. Esperanto.

She was standing on the moon and if I responded I would be on the moon too, right next to her.

We could smell each other's shampoo and the laundry detergents we had chosen and I smelled that she didn't smoke but someone she loved did[...]

A real mother throws her heart over the fence and then climbs after it.

I wanted her to know, from the moment she heard my voice, that I was dying. I delivered a salutation so craven, so wretched, that it fell through language like pebbles. Hello.

Not everyone has to be literate, there are some great reasons for resisting language, and one of them is love.

It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

on the long ride home, neither of us said anything. we were kites flying in opposite directions attached to strings held by one hand.

I like to write with people I have a relationship with otherwise it's kind of scary, and you hold back because you don't want to pour your guts out to someone you never met.

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What people in grief need most is to be compassionately accompanied, to feel that those who care about them are willing and able to tolerate the pain that they are in, to be there with them, to be present.