Quotes About Empathy

I hope you don't think I'm one of those terrible people who make you feel that you have to talk to them all the time.

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.

It must be lovely to be grown up, Marilla, when just being treated as if you were is so nice...Well, anyway, when I grow up, I'm always going to talk to little girls as if they were, too, and I'll never laugh when they use big words.

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

A favor is never so long-lived as a grudge.

Anyone who has sympathy and understanding to give has a treasure that is without money and without price.

always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

I am grateful that my childhood was spent in a spot where there were many trees, trees of personality, planted and tended by hands long dead, bound up with everything of joy or sorrow that visited our lives. When I have lived with a tree for many years it seems to me like a beloved human companion.

Well, anyway, when I am grown up," said Anne decidedly, "I'm always going to talk to little girls as if they were too, and I'll never laugh when they use big words. I know from sorrowful experience how that hurts one's feelings.

Why should one hate you when you were so small? Could you be worth hating?

She said she'd have spoken years ago, only she thought I wouldn't. And I never spoke to her because I was sure she wouldn't speak to me. Isn't it strange how people misunderstand each other?

Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces

The trouble with you, Anne, is that you're thinking too much about yourself. You should just think of Mrs. Allan and what would be nicest and most agreeable to her, said Marilla, hitting for once in her life on a very sound and pithy piece of advice. Anne instantly realized this.

Am i talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can stop when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.

A woman who has a sense of humor possesses no refuge from the merciless truth about herself. She cannot think herself misunderstood. She cannot revel in self-pity. She cannot comfortably damn any one who differs from her.

Oh, I don't wonder babies always cry when they wake up in the night. So often I want to do it too.

I don't know whether it is any use forgiving people or not. Yes, it is, it makes you feel more comfortable yourself.

People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.

It is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own

Can I help you? said Jane. Though Jane herself had no inkling of it, those words were the keynote of her character. Any one else would probably have said, What is the matter? But Jane always wanted to help: and, though she was too young to realize it, the tragedy of her little existence was that nobody ever wanted her help.

I feel sorry now myself," admitted Davy, "but the trouble is I never feel sorry for doing things till after I've did them.

I detest that woman [Rachel Lynde] more than anybody I know. She can put a whole sermon, text, comment, and application, into six words, and throw it at you like a brick.

You know if we've got anything about us that hurts we shrink from anyone's touch on or near it. It holds good with our souls as well as our bodies, I reckon. Leslie's soul must be near raw - it's no wonder she hides it away.

Many people have told me that they regretted Matthew's death in Green Gables. I regret it myself. If I had the book to write over again I would spare Matthew for several years. But when I wrote it I thought he must die, that there might be a necessity for self-sacrifice on Anne's part, so poor Matthew joined the long procession of ghosts that haunt my literary past.