Quotes About Empathy

I am. No doubt about it. I like humiliating Cooper. I like causing him pain. It feels good. It feels better than his dad's whiskey, better than his mom's weed. Because for just a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

Jimmy let's out a whistle. "What?" "Your hand." I look at it. My ripped nail is still bleeding. I wipe the red off on my pants. "You should get it taken care of. It looks awful" he says. "I guess it does." "You must be in pain, kid. Does it hurt?" I nod. "Yeah, Jimmy. All the time.

And that lesson was perfectly clear: There is nothing more dangerous than kindness.

But then again, it's easy to love those who've done right by us, don't you think? A bit harder to love those who've done us wrong.

Lucanos nodded [...] 'She's the girl who sees with her heart.' Aranae rolled all eight of her eyes. She chittered again, in a scolding tone this time. When she finished, she crossed two of her legs and gave Belle a dirty look. Belle shrank under her disapproving glare, 'What did she say?' she asked timidly. 'She said your heart needs glasses.

Why do you always want to read about other people's lives, Matt? Ain't your own good enough for you

I stood there in a trance, the bucket at my feet, listening as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

To love, to truly love another—that is not for the faint of heart. Why, I've seen a husband mop the brow of his plague-ridden wife, heedless of his own safety. I've seen a murderer's mother weep at the gallows, and a starving boy give his last crust of bread to his sister. Love is so strong, so ferocious, that she frightens even me. Me…

Sometimes, Belle, our troubles are too deep for words," Lumiere said. "It's at times like those when we need our friends the most

Watch a child die for the lack of a few coins. Do that, and you might start to understand a few things, like the difference between a theft and a crime.

His suffering will teach him kindness and compassion. He'll find his heart again.

There is nothing more dangerous than kindness.

Love is a fearsome thing. It is braver than generals, stronger than fortresses. It opens graves and pulls rings off corpses. It sits up through the long, lonely night with a failing child. It fashions hearts out of scraps and bits and rusty things and makes them beat on, no matter how many times they break.

Think you only kings have power? Stand on a stage and hold the hearts of men in your hands. Make them laugh with a gesture, cry with a word. Make them love you. And you will know what power is.

She wrapped her hands around the bars, tears welling in her eyes. She'd been wrong, so wrong. Captain Krause and his men hadn't been pursuing her to hurt her; they'd been trying to rescue her

Love was the same way.

Now, now, Chapeau. You mustn't overreact," the Beast said. "All messes, accidents, and catastrophes are to be blithely laughed off." He looked pointedly at Belle. "Or so I'm told.

Astrid's eyes widened. 'What happened?' she asked quietly. Becca arched an eyebrow. 'Suddenly you care?' 'Yeah, Becca, I do. A lot.

Didn't know you then. Didn't care for you. Lost my family once. My little boy. You're my family now, Sophie. I can't lose you.

Oh, Astrid... You can't sing. - Becca

It's often the small things that hurt the most—a cold glance, a cutting word, laughter that stops when you enter the room.

I still had fifteen cents that I hadn't given to Pa, and I was using it that afternoon to buy candy for my sisters. Abby had her monthlies and was feeling awfully blue. She'd had the cramp something wicked that morning and had to lie down until it passed, and Pa asked me why she wasn't in the barn milking with the rest of us like he always does because he forgets, and then I had to explain and he got mad at me because it made him embarrassed.

A girl who understood that a queen's heart was made to break. Over and over again. And Sophie knew that hers would, too. When crops failed and people starved. When plague descended. When war swept its red cloak over the land.

Love—real love—sees with the heart, master. Not with the eyes.