Quotes About Empathy

They both smiled, and Peretur felt a little less lonely, a little less lost.

It didn't matter about Luz. She was nothing to do with me. Sending money was all I needed to do. More. I hadn't put her with the foster parents in Arkansas. I didn't have to help her, or any of the others-because, oh, suddenly it was so clear that there were others. Many, many others.

Always know what they like, her mother said. They will love you for it.

Peretur wanted to reach out and touch her hand, but Nimuë looked brittle enough to fall apart. So she just waited.

They look normal, but they don't feel a goddamn thing, don't know happy from sad from a hole in the ground. They walk around smiling and frowning and pretending to feel shit, and think everyone else out there is pretending, too. No one's real to these guys, you know what I mean? I don't mind telling you, Torvingen, they scare the crap out of me.

Watch men and women, her mother had said, put yourself inside them. Imagine what they're thinking.

The woman knelt by Peretur, close enough to touch her on the knee, though she did not.

Peretur did not argue, she did not think of arguing. They were in accord, even though she could no longer see into Nimuë, in that shared moment she felt-and knew Nimuë felt-that they had known each other all their lives.

Now his knowledge was her knowledge.

Geordie Karp hurt people and manipulated them because they weren't real to him. He acted as if he were human, but he was a monster.

Remember when you asked me why I didn't hit Geordie? It was because I don't know how. That little girl in Arkansas doesn't, either. You do. I know that.

Watch women and men, put yourself inside them. Imagine what they're thinking.

How had she managed to get inside me, slip between my ribs and rest against my heart without me feeling it?

Julia laughed and picked up the pace and for a while we swung along in the opposite step, hip to hip, her right leg moving out with my left, so I could feel her boot hit the ground, feel it through the soles of my feet, up to my calves, in my pelvis. It didn't last, of course. My legs are longer.

We both love her, as we love each other. We will not set her aside.

She had sworn to be totem and token to her people, to light their path, not darken it.

It was only now that she understood, for the first time, that despite her title, her uniform, and the two stars on her shoulder, she was as helpless as any native herder or farmer or sailor.

They took a moment, the grown man in clothes foreign to him and the young girl in splendour she could barely carry, and understood each other. He laughed.

Whoever you are, Peretur, I would have you.

None of us finds it difficult to love the neighbor who seems inferior to us. But to love someone we know is superior is another thing.

De menselijke warmte in een samenleving wordt minder naar de mate waarin haar wetgeving volmaakter wordt.

Chi si lamenta dell'angustia dell'ambiente in cui vive pretende che siano gli avvenimenti, i vicini, i paesaggi a fornirgli la sensibilità e l'intelligenza che la natura gli ha negato.

Il y a pas une grande sagesse a dire un mot de reproche ; mais il y a une plus grande sagesse a dire un mot qui, sans se moquer du malheur de l'homme, le ranime, lui rende du courage, comme les éperons rendent du courage à un cheval que l'abreuvoir a rafraîchi.

I find intelligence sexy. I find a sense of humor sexy. I find sensitivity sexy.