Quotes About Empathy

Miss Kwan said, putting her voice into its "kindly" mode, which was only slightly less scary than full-on shouting.

If they can snuff out that part of you that's good, the part of you that won't kill, then they win, don't you see? If they can do it to you, they can do it to anyone. And they win. They WIN!

But war can't be personal," I say, almost asking it. "If it's the person that'll end the war," Ben says. "Then it's not personal, it's universal.

But then she thinks, feels, reaches out, and knowing exactly what blame is - a human construct, one of its blackest and more selfish and self-blinding - she can find further strands of it, emanating in all directions, for blame is something that is shared but denied in equal measure.

To allow someone, anyone, to suffer is the greatest sin there is.

That's the secret of this planet, Todd. Communication, real and open, so we can finally understand each other for once.

There are worse things than being invisible, the monster had said, and it was right.

Poo, Todd! Poo!

Pity is an insult. Kindness is a miracle.

There are worse things that being invisible, the monster had said, and it was right.

I fight them every time I bandage the blackened eye of a woman, every time I remove shrapnel from a bomb victim. That's my war. That's the war I'm fighting.

And by being possessed, you possess, because that's how love works.

Oh, poor little Seth, with his poor little parents who didn't love him. You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, there's always more than this. There's always something you don't know. Maybe your parents didn't love you enough, and that sucks, yes, it does, but maybe it wasn't because you were bad. Maybe it was just because the worst thing in the world had happened to them and they weren't able to deal with it.

Say you were standing on a hilltop with someone who had no Noise. Would it be like you were alone there? How would you share it? Would you want to? I mean, here we are, the girl and I, heading outta danger and into the unknown and there's no Noise overlapping us, nothing to tell us what the other's thinking. Is that how it's sposed to be?

She's always saying that being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day." She catches my eye. "Which is something I believe, too.

But you can't make war personal," I say, "or you'll never make the right decisions." "And if you didn't make personal decisions, you wouldn't be a person.

The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say. About anything.

He said enough to bring me walking, the monster said. I know injustice when I see it.

Men and their Noise. I don't know how they do it, how they stand each other

People ask for what they need in different ways. Sometimes by not even asking for it at all

She can smell him now, a smudge of unwashed skin, poverty, extreme loneliness. She takes the can, still holding his hand, unrolling it, running a finger across its weathered palm.

And so he waited by himself, leaning against a stone wall away from the other kids as they squealed and laughed and looked at their phones as if nothing in the world was wrong, as if nothing in the whole entire universe could ever happen to them.

Las historias son importantes [...]. Pueden ser más importantes que cualquier otra cosa. Si portan la verdad.

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?