Quotes About Empathy

You notice that he does not ask, Where am I?" says the Mayor's voice, moving out there, somewhere. "His first words are, Where is she? And his Noise says the same. Interesting.

And you," he says, "you need to talk to your boy." He lifts my chin. "And if he needs saving, then you save him. Isn't that what you told me you did for each other?" I let go a few more tears but then I nod. "Over and over again.

She tried to kill you, Viola. She tried to blow you up... You don't owe her nothing,' he says. But I feel his arms on me and I'm realizing things don't seem so impossible anymore. I feel Todd touching me and there's anger rising in my gut but it's not at him and I grunt and I pull myself up again, leaning on him to keep me there as I stand. 'I do owe her,' I say. 'I owe her the look on her face when she sees me alive.

And love and care have all kinds of different faces, and within them, there's room for understanding, and for forgiveness, and for more.

It's always nice when two people who don't got no one else find each other as friends.

We just keep on having to save each other", he says. "We ever gonna be even?" "I hope not," I say

I think I can forgive a kind lie.

Why can't we learn to live with how we are? And whatever anybody chooses is okay by the rest of us?

I love that you're worried,' she says, 'but you're worried about all the wrong things.

What did you do to help the invisible man?" And he felt the monster's voice again, like it was in his own head. I made them see, it said.

Conor wasn't stupid. When they'd had the "little talk" the next day, he knew what his mum had done and why she had done it. But that didn't take away from how much fun that night had been. How hard they'd laughed. How anything had seemed possible. How anything good could have happened to them right then and there and they wouldn't have been surprised.

Sometimes you just have to feel bad about a thing. Sometimes that's the only thing that makes you human.

And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.

Never invisible again , the monster said, finally letting up, its huge branch-like fists curled tight as a clap of thunder. It turned to Conor. But there are harder things than being invisible , it said.

Men do monstrous things but if you call a man a monster you have absolved yourself of blame. You don't have to think that you might ever do these things. I don't think that's true

He'd heard once that the only people who could effectively treat the trauma of surviving an airplane crash were other survivors of airplane crashes. You could only instinctively trust someone who had been there, who had seen it firsthand.

We would do what we must. The world is big. Surely there is a space in it for one like you and one like me.

How can a parson be wrong-thinking but good-hearted? How can invisible men make themselves more lonely by being seen?

I'm sorry for telling about your mom, read the first line. I miss being your friend, read the second. Are you okay? read the third. I see you, read the fourth, with the I underlined about a hundred times.

You told me, just now, just today, that you'd rather be dead than have to go through this much longer. I take that seriously. I don't think your suffering is fake. I don't think these feelings about wanting it to end are fake. I don't think your self-hatred is fake. So why do you think it's fake?

They're weak and strong and they make mistakes, like anyone, like he has. And love and care have all kinds of different faces, and within them, there's room for understanding, and for forgiveness, and for more. More and more and more. Sometimes

There are worse things than being invisible, the monster had said, and it was right. Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

Kindness is the most important thing of all. Pity is an insult. Kindness is a miracle.

And we dream the same in my town as you probably do in a city. We yearn the same, wish the same. We're just as screwed-up and brave and false and loyal and wrong and right as anyone else.