Quotes About Empathy

It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one. He

Cualquiera puede amar algo por algún motivo. Eso es tan fácil como meterse un penique en el bolsillo. Pero amar algo a pesar de algo es otra cosa. Conocer los defectos y amarlos también. Eso es inusual, puro y perfecto

I see the problem," I said slowly. "I don't seem to have any behavioral filters.

Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.

El poder de su visión era tal que podía leer los corazones de los hombres como si fueran libros de gruesas letras.

If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even

Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets.

No matter where you are, people are basically the same.

Hespe's eyes were dangerous slits by this point. But even more telling was her mouth, which had formed a thin, straight line. A word of advice to you. Should you ever see that look on a woman's fac, leave off talking at once and sit on both your hands.

They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them.

Cuando alguien te cuenta un trozo de su vida, te está haciendo un regalo, y no dándote lo que te debe.

that the more things resemble each other, the stronger the sympathetic link between them will be.

I was in my early twenties and I was, to be quite honest, a bit of a punk. A swaggering entitled straight white guy who hadn't but a lot of thought into what it might be like to be anything other than a straight white guy. Because when you're a straight white guy, you don't *have* to think about that....

I'm sorry? Congratulations?" He made a shy smile at me. "Do I buy you a bandage or a beer?

there wasn't much difference between the University and the streets of Tarbean. No matter where you are, people are basically the same. Besides,

To deem us simply enemies is to lose the true flavor of our relationship

Lloraba en silencio por ella misma, porque había algo profundamente herido en su interior. Yo ignoraba qué era, ni me atrevía a preguntárselo. Me limitaba a decir lo que podía para calmar su dolor y la ayudaba a cerrar los ojos para rehuir la realidad.

There were tears once or twice. But not for the men she had lost or the men she had left. They were quiet tears for herself, because there was something inside her that was badly hurt. I couldnt tell what it was and didnt dare to ask. Instead I simply said what I could to take the pain away and helped her shut her eyes against the world.

This story is for all the slightly broken people out there. I am one of you. You are not alone. You are all beautiful to me. Pat Rothfuss June, 2014 P.

me escuchó atentamente, haciendo exclamaciones de asombro en los momentos indicados. Era un público perfecto.

Such was our conversation. But not only were we lacking touch to guide us, it was as if we were also strangely deaf. So we danced very carefully, unsure what music the other was listening to, unsure, perhaps, if the other was dancing at all.

Let me say one thing before I start. I've told stories in the past, painted pictures with words, told hard lies and harder truths. Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold. That, I think, was easier than this. Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.

It took him a long miserable time before he realized the truth of things: there is a great deal of difference between a penis and a heart.

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