Quotes About Empathy

He did not own her, and she did not own him. The act of his movement so that they faced the same direction meant far more to her than other gesture could. -Aviendha about Rand

Nothing makes Semirhage weep. She gives tears to others, but she has none herself.

People are people, low or high.

I expect you will not lack for company after I go. Just remember that some women see a man with their hearts, while others see no more than a bauble to wear, no different than a necklace or a bracelet. Remember that i will come back, and I am one who sees with her heart.

He pushed a hand inside the blankets to feel her cheek, her shoulder. Trickles of water ran across her face as her hair melted. He was cold, but she was ice. She needed every scrap of warmth he could find for her...His sense of touch, enhanced by the Void and saidin, soaked in the feel of her. Her skin made silt feel rough.

how could you possibly look ten women in the face and ask why they had gotten you drunk and made a game of taking your clothes off and putting you to bed?

Friends lightened many burdens, even those they did not know of.

Quite often, when a woman was agitated, she tried to soothe others whether they required soothing or not.

Women could compress a great deal into one look.

He now felt just that. Pity for a woman who had never known love, a woman who would not let herself know it. Pity for a woman who could not choose a side other than her own.

In a cruel land, you either learned to laugh at cruelty or spent your life weeping;

Only a fool takes offense at customs different from her own.

Are we still friends? Can we be? Now?

It's all right, son. It's all right." "I've done so much that is terrible." "Nobody walks a difficult path without stumbling now and again. It didn't break you when you fell. That's the important part.

Everyone wants someone in their life, someone who cares for them, someone they can care for.

Perrin laid a finger across her lips just as she opened her mouth. She bit him—hard—but she did not say anything.

And so he did. He wished he could protect them better, but he would simply have to carry that burden. The secret, it turned out, had not been to harden himself to the point of breaking. It had not been to become numb. It had been to walk in pain, like the pain of the wounds at his side, and accept that pain as part of him.

You can't hold a man to blame for what he does when he's crazy, can you?" "You were always crazy," Perrin said, and for a moment he, too, sounded as of old. "No," Nynaeve said. Tears made her eyes bright, but she was smiling. "None of us blames you.

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Birgitte's breast held a strangely soft heart for small boys, especially ugly ones.

A man must know when to retreat from a woman," Bashere said to the air, "but a wise man knows that sometimes he must stand and face her.

It seems to me that kings—and queens—can be fools when they forget what they are and act like who they are, but they're worse when they only remember what they are and forget who. Most could do with someone whose only job is to remind them that they eat and sweat and cry the same as any farmer.

Dance with her, and she will forgive much; dance well, and she will forgive anything.

I was never much good at helping people with their problems." And worse with my own, he thought.