Quotes About Empathy

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

That's when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you -- without you asking.

That's when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you -- without you asking.

We hang out, we help one another, we tell one another our worst fears and biggest secrets, and then just like real sisters, we listen and don't judge.

its not so much about the shoes, but the person wearing them

As an actor, you have to be open to the experience, and you have to be willing to take risks and be vulnerable.

The lonely feeling comes from not feeling known.

You have no idea how much you can learn about yourself by plunging into someone else's life" Margot said. I smiled at her, not fully understanding what she was saying but feeling a small ping of comprehension, an olive pit smacking the wall of my consciousness. "You can read your way into a whole new narrative for yourself" Margot promised.

Books will change your lie, Rennie... you have no idea how much you can learn about yourself by plunging into someone else's life' Margo said... 'you can read your way into a whole new narrative for yourself'...

Books will change your life, Rennie," Mrgot told me, handing me a copy of A Room of One's Own. You have no idea how much you can learn about yourself by plunging into someone else's life," Margot said.

Loneliness is not about how many people you have around. It's about whether or not you feel connected. Whether

You have no idea how much you can learn about yourself by plunging into someone else's life," Margot said.

Books will change your life... you have no idea how much you can learn about yourself by plunging into someone else's life. You can read your way into a whole new narrative for yourself.

all of us bearing wounds from our past that we no longer felt obligated to conceal because we had one another.

You have to remember that your mother is unaware of what she's done and always will be," Margot continued. "If you're waiting for an apology or gratitude, don't. You have hard work ahead. You need to forgive her and move on. Happiness is a choice that you have to make for yourself.

The way to get people to love you is to show them that you love them.

I'm telling you this because you didn't ask. I've got it all here, growing like a tumor in my throat. I'm telling you because if I don't, I will choke on it. Everybody knows what happened, but nobody asks. And Elvis the EMT doesn't count because when he asked, he didn't even listen to me answer because he was listening to my sister's heart not beat with his stethoscope. I want to tell. It's mine to tell. Even if you didn't ask, you have to hear it.

She smiles at me. "You know, a secret is only half as heavy if you have some one to carry it with you.

I've had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch

I write for the still-fragmented parts in me, trying to bring them together. Whoever can read and use any of this, I write for them as well.

One of the great functions of art is to help us imagine what it is like to be not ourselves, what it is like to be someone or something else, what it is like to live in another skin, what it is like to live in another body, and in that sense to surpass ourselves, to go out beyond ourselves.

A language is a map of our failures

The problem, unstated until now, is how to live in a damaged body in a world where pain is meant to be gagged uncured ungrieved over. The problem is to connect, without hysteria, the pain of anyone's body with the pain of the world's body.

Every infant born is testimony to the intricacy and breadth of possibilities inherent in humanity. Yet from birth* in most homes and social groups, we teach children that only certain possibilities within them are livable; we teach them to hear only certain voices inside themselves, to feel only what we believe they ought to feel, to recognize only certain others as human.