Quotes About Empathy

Patting someone's hand, or shoulder, a hug, all of it is necessary to be happy and healthy for most people. It doesn't have to have anything to do with sex; in fact, most of the touch that keeps us all going is as innocent as a newborn lamb frolicking on the spring grass

I've seen what a whip can do,' Jason said suddenly. 'Don't hurt them.' I stared at him. 'You don't strike me as the self-sacrificing kind.' He shrugged. 'We all have our moments.

You make everything all right for me, Anita. You make me feel like a human being instead of a monster.' 'And you love all of me, Micah, every last hard-boiled, ruthless bit of me. You make it okay that sometimes I am the monster.

love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it.

Don't ask," Micah said. "They've been best friends for years. Sometimes you just nod and let them have their guy moment." Dr. Cross frowned harder. "I don't understand." "I'm the wife," Micah said, "she's the husband, and he's the husband's best friend. Does that explain it?

Why do you borrow such sorrows when they are far away, and I am right here?

He said, softly, "Sorry, Jimmy." He still didn't cry. I would have cried. But then, women have more chemicals in their tear ducts. It makes us tear up easier than men. Honest.

We take turns being smart for each other; I think it's part of the job description of being a couple.

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

never mistake kindness for weakness, Asher. It's not the same thing.

You saved me because you could not bear the thought of leaving me behind." He touched my face, very gently. "Not from a sense of right and wrong, but because you are just that tenderhearted.

Don't make light of one of your better qualities. You love your people like a mother is supposed to love her children. You want what's best for them, even if that makes you uncomfortable, even if you don't like their choices.

The three of you have sex together a lot, don't you?" she asked. "He's my best friend," Jason said. "You know, most guys watch sports with their best friends," J.J. said. "I don't like sports.

You don't have to be nice to us, Blake." "I'm being nice to everyone else, Logan. You're just collateral kindness." "What?

I'd like to save all my friends, but if someone is bent on self-destruction, there is only so much you can do. You can't shovel other people's shit for them, not unless they're willing to pick up a shovel and help.

You really do want everyone around you to be happy, don't you?" "Yeah, doesn't everyone want that for their friends?" He smiled then, and shook his head. "No, Anita. No, they don't." "If you really care for people, you want them to be happy, Damian; otherwise you don't actually care for them." "You don't think like any other woman I've ever met.

Bless his chauvinistic heart

He'd also offered me a protein bar, which I would have turned down, but he gave me that look that people have been getting from their significant others since probably before written language.

What do you say while someone whispers horrors in your ear, tells you their most intimate, nightmarish secrets? You sit and you listen. And you give them the only thing you can—the silence and the safety to talk and to be heard.

As usual, I was fey enough to see the problem, but too human to fix it.

Merry didn't make you a whining bitch, Talan; you were always that.

There are pains too deep for words, but there's touch to say what words can't. 'Can

We don't have to forget what was done to us, but if we don't forgive it then they still own a piece of our soul. To win back our souls, to be whole, we have to find a way to forgive.

A long time ago it used to bother me that I could be in such confusion, such pain, and the world just didn't give a shit. The world, the creation as a whole, is designed to move forward, to keep on without any one individual person. It feels damned impersonal, and it is. But, then, if the world stopped rotating just because one of us was having a bad day, we'd all be floating out in space.