Quotes About Empathy

Stop that , Anna scolded him. You don't need to hurt because I do. But I do , Charles replied, more honestly than he intended.

My people eat yours," Larry informed the cat. Medea kneaded his thighs lightly and kicked her purr up a few notches. He gave in and started to pet her.

Have you ever sat around while someone held their breath? For a while, it doesn't bother you, but eventually you start holding your breath with them, willing them to breathe. it's one of those automatic reflexes. (Mercy)

There is something about having someone take care of you, even when you don't need it - maybe especially when you don't need it.

Touch is better than any word.

We know," she whispered to him. "We who have been hurt, we know what evil looks like. We know you make us safe.

There is something about having someone take care of you, even when you don't need it – maybe especially when you don't need it.

The problem was that she didn't need rescuing, except maybe from them. The force of their concern, of their knowing that she had been a victim made her feel like a victim again.

I only knew that Adam was hurt, and I wasn't there to make him safe.

Suddenly Chelsea's eyes met Anna's from across the table and held them. Icy gray became even more pale, and Chelsea's nostrils flared. "Who hurt you?" she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table.

She's a good person, but she is a weak person, too. She can't take care of anyone else because she's too busy taking care of herself." I

Some people, me, get a black eye and other people ask "who beat you up?" Other people, Spielman, get a black eye and other people say "where did they bury the other guy?

Medea yowled at me and stropped my leg, broadcasting the information that no one had fed her. Cats lie, and I was pretty sure she was lying. But feeding her made me happy and made her happy.

Second, it sometimes left me standing in the dark, listening to someone being killed while they cried out to me. For Mercy.

He sees people—all the way through them—and he likes them anyway.

It is my privilege," I said carefully, trying not to tweak his pride, "to do those things that are easier for me than for you. You do the same for me.

suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.

get you. You get me. No take-backs.

Making him feel horrible isn't what you want." She paused, considered what she said, then modified it. "Unless it is useful for him to feel horrible, of course. Mostly, though, I've found that isn't productive. Men who are miserable can be unpredictable.

The day you take that advice is the day I listen to it from you.

He didn't want to scare her any more than she already was. He could have told her that he had no intention of bedding her, but he tried not to lie. Not even to himself. So he stayed silent.

It was a look I'd seen directed at me, but not by Sherwood. "You're a

Bosses need to jump in the outhouse with the grunts occasionally. It's good for morale.

need me to make sure she has enough food or a place to live—that is my privilege, but she doesn't need me to do that. She doesn't need me to keep her safe or to make her a whole person. She doesn't need me to do anything except love her. Which I do.