Quotes About Empathy

Nut shrugged. Set had always been Set, for better or worse. But he is still part of our family. It is difficult to lose any member of your family . . . is it not?

I looked into his eyes, and I realized he was the same man I'd seen in my dreams. His face might be totally different, but the same soul was in there, the same intelligence and all the sadness.

The dead are hard to look at. Their faces shimmer. They all look slightly angry or confused. they will come up to you and speak, but their voices sound like chatter, like bats twittering. Once they realize you can't understand them, they frown and move away. The dead aren't scary. They're just sad.

Most of the time, Alex identified as female, but today he was definitely male. Sometimes I slipped up and used the wrong pronouns for him/ her, so Alex liked to return the favor by teasing me mercilessly. Because friendship.

They'd welcomed him aboard their ship. Nico had never allowed himself the luxury of friends, but the crew of the Argo II was as close as he'd ever come. The idea of any of them dying made him feel empty – like he was back in the giants' bronze jar, alone in the dark, subsisting only on sour pomegranate seeds.

Annabeth wanted to sob. She wanted someone, anyone to be here for her. She wanted Leo with his fire skills, or Jason with his lightning, or Hazel to collapse the tunnel. Most of all she wanted Percy. She always felt braver when Percy was with her.

I guess once in a while we all need a wake-up call from somebody who loves us.

He is driven by bitterness and anger. You can understand that.' Nico wanted to yell, Like you know what I feel?

Shut up, Valdez." Frank gave him a bear hug. "And be careful." "Ribs," Leo squeaked. "Sorry." Annabeth and Percy wished them good luck. Then Percy excused himself to go throw up.

Your art…" I gaped at the field of white. "There was a lovely portrait of me—right there." I get offended whenever art is damaged, especially if that art features me.

But with Nico … It's hard, Persephone. I want the best for him, and he seems to disappear into his darkness, like he's hiding in a place where he doesn't want my light.' 'Then why not offer him your darkness?

What's the point of being a magician if you can't wave your wand and make the people you care about feel better?

You got a stubborn streak. When it comes to girl problems you're clueless.

I apologize for apologizing. Thank you.

You can't just abandon your family because they did something horrible. You've done horrible things to them too.

To my wonderful readers: sorry about that last cliff-hanger. Well no, not really. HAHAHAHA. But seriously, I love you guys.

Respect the gender.

Nico didn't respond. He'd never had anyone talk to him this openly before, except maybe for Hazel. He felt like he was watching a flock of birds settle on a field. One loud sound might startle them away.

They'd seen his deepest secrets. They knew who he was, what he was. But they didn't seem to care. No … they cared more. They weren't judging him. They were concerned.

Remember what it's like to be human.

Man, what is your problem?" Leo grumbled. Percy blinked. "So...I guess we're not cool?" "Of course we're not cool! You're as bad as Jason! I'm trying to resent you for being all perfect and hero-y and whatnot. Then you go and act like a standup guy. How am I supposed to hate you if you apologize and promise to help and stuff?" A smile tugged at the corner of Percy's mouth. "Sorry about that.

The dead aren't scary, they're just sad.

one thing I'd learned from being a son of Frey—I couldn't always fight my friends' battles. The best I could do was be there to heal their injuries.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less. Humility is thinking more of others. Humble people are so focused on serving others, they don't think of themselves.