Quotes About Empathy

Well, so nothing caught you?" said Marilla unsympathetically. "Oh, Mar—Marilla," chattered Anne, "I'll b-b-be contt-tented with c-c-commonplace places after this." CHAPTER 21 A New Departure in Flavorings

I'm afraid you both cry and laugh far too easily.

Ellen went on shelling peas for a few minutes. Then she suddenly put her hands up to her own face. There were tears in her black-browed eyes. I—I

How can I be vain when I know I'm homely? protested Anne. I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.

But here and now I record this vow, most solemnly, in my diary, My pen shall heal, not hurt.

Occasionally she looked at Anne, seemed on the point of saying something, then shook her head and buttoned up her mouth.

There are things far more valuable than private comfort or public admiration.

I was a thirty-eight-year-old man, so I had plenty of time to consider the world through the eyes of someone else: yet that someone had rarely been a woman.

A penis has never been something that you pick up and put down and put away idly without consideration.

It doesn't do to sacrifice for people unless they want you to," Clara said. "It's just a waste.

The smartest man alive can't learn much about a woman in two weeks.

It ain't a mistake to behave like a human being once in a while

It was only the thought that Deets was still knowing him, somehow, that kept him from feeling totally alone.

It was a weakness, but he could not bear to disappoint women, even if it was ultimately for their own good.

It doesn't do to sacrifice for people unless they want you to.

It seemed to him there was never much time with women. Before you could look at one twice you were into an argument and they were telling you what was going to happen.

I don't guess I've watched you punish yourself for thirty years to be totally wrong about you.

I don't sing about myself," Campo said. "I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don't belong to me." "Well, you sing them, who do they belong to?" Pea asked. "They belong to those who hear them," Po said.

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Matthew 7:3

Now I look at this story and it seems to be about all of us.

Sometimes not giving is the gift. —KATE FAL

Medlidenhet er bare en fornem form for forakt

Just listen. Just be. Just witness. Just care. You don't have to fix it.

Always remember, said Petra, a friend is someone who understands your past, believes in you future, and accepts you just the way you are.... And a friend stands by you, Suzanne thought to herself,...No matter what it cost her.