Quotes About Empathy

Nina made a dramatic sigh. "She won't give me one, either," she lamented

I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff.

Was I a fool to trust, or a wiser person finding the capacity to forgive?

To the guy who finishes my sentences and gets my jokes. Even the lame ones.

How do you deal with it? How do you keep from falling apart? That—What happened to them is horrible. How can a person do that to another?" Rose took a slow breath. "You cry, you get angry, then you do something about it." I watched her leave, the clack of her quick heels sounding sharp before the door closed. Yeah. I can do that.

I don't know. She's much better already. She wasn't talking half an hour ago. Look at her now." We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her.

It's so much easier when everyone understands you can love two people at the same time." She flushed. "For different reasons and in different ways.

If they could swing it, most parents visited during meals to try to make their child's hospital room into a piece of the familiar by eating with them, and the kids—without exception—were too kind to tell them it only made home look that much farther away.

Easy," Trent said when I stiffened, and he lifted my chin, reading the strain I'd lived with for the last few hours, the fear. "Why is it harder when those we love are in danger than when it's just us?" he whispered, and I blinked fast. I wasn't going to cry, damn it. I wasn't!

What's the point of being able to do all this if you don't do anything to help your friends?!

It must be exhausting to be in your head, Sam told me once. I think what he must have meant was it was exhausting for him to hear about it. I exhausted him. -Cackle by Kim Harrison

Mr. Ray, you yelled at it again, didn't you? I told you, computers are like women. If you shout at them or ask them to do too many things at once, they shut down and you won't even get a sniff.

How is it that young people most need our love when they least deserve it?

This is what the human story is, not the emperors and the generals and their wars, but the nameless actions of people who are never written down, the good they do for others passed on like a blessing, just doing for strangers what your mother did for you, or not doing what she always spoke against. And all that carries forward and makes us what we are.

We think now that love is a kind of giving of attention.

The people are suffering. Relieving people's poverty ought to be handled as though one were rescuing them from fire, or saving them from drowning. One cannot hesitate.

A major part of sustainability is social justice, here and everywhere. Think of it this way: justice is a technology. It's like a software program that we use to cope with the world and get along with each other, and one of the most effective we have ever invented, because we are all in this together. When you realize that acting with justice and generosity turns out to be the most effective technology for dealing with other people, that's a good thing.

My feeling is that until the number of whole lives is greater than the number of shattered lives, we remain stuck in some kind of prehistory, unworthy of humanity's great spirit.

Not that it would be wasting my time to chat in a bar with a good-looking woman, obviously, but I wanted to know as much as possible going in, because under the impact of a woman's direct gaze I am likely to suffer a mind wipe.

The rich, being people too, doing all they could to cope with the night sweats and zombie terrors of making fourteen hundred times as much money as the people working for them, made

A mammal never forgets a hurt;

It's stupid because it makes the assumption that your enemies are weaker than you, and will do what you want if you murder a few of them. But people aren't like that. I mean, think about how it will fall out. You go down that canyon and kill a bunch of people doing their jobs, and later other people come along and find the bodies. They'll hate you forever. Even if you do take over Mars someday they'll still hate you, and do anything they can to screw things up.

And it came to her that it was precisely in the moments of greatest need when people could do the least for each other.

Hope would have to reside in something like this: hope to do some good, no matter how fucked up you are.