Quotes About Empathy

I barely have to say anything, not even, "I'm not ready." It's in the unwritten rulebook of life, under How to React When a Student Loses a Loved One and Is, Nine Months Later, Still Having a Very Hard Time.

Que sentimento horrível deve ser amar uma pessoa e não ter como ajudá-la.

It's not your fault. And sorry wastes time. You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier just to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.

The quote is from Virginia Woolf's suicide note to her husband, but I think it fits the occasion.

all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.

Hanya karena mereka sudah mati, mereka tak perlu mati. Begitu juga kita.

you're my interpreter in this world.

Everyone around you is going to give you a gentle push now and then, but never hard enough because they don't want to upset Poor Violet. You need shoving, not pushing. You need to jump back on that camel. Otherwise you're going to stay up on the ledge you've made for yourself.

And even though the ache of that heartbreak hurts like hell, it's so much better than feeling nothing.

Im used to slowing down so that everyone else can catch up

I run for miles but don't count them, passing dark house after dark house. I feel sorry for everyone in this town who's sleeping. I

Chcia?abym ?y? w ?wiecie zaprojektowanym przez Theodore'a Fincha. - "I przez chwil? ?y?am

Jakie to musi by? okropne uczucie kocha? kogoÅ› i nie móc mu pomóc

It's not your fault. And regrets are a waste of time. You have to live your life as if you will never feel sorry for anything. It's just that it's easier to do things right, so you don't have to apologize later.

No estás solo. ? Y antes que pueda decirle ‹‹De hecho lo estoy, lo cual no forma parte del problema. Todo estamos solos, atrapados en el interior del cuerpo y de la mente, y sea cual sea la compañía que podamos tener en esta vida, no es más que pasajera y superficial››

I am trying not to let it bother me because jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside.

We're swaying a little to the music, and I'm looking into his eyes and thinking how amazing it is that you can live for eighteen years without knowing someone, and then they can come along and, like that, know you better than anyone. And you can't imagine what you ever did before they knew you and saw you and heard you and talked to you about all the things they've been through and all the things that matter to them.

My mom used to say sometimes it's actually about the other person and you just happen to be there. Like sometimes the other person needs to learn a lesson or go through an experience, good or bad, and you're just an accessory in some way, like a supporting actor in whatever their scene happens to be.

Sometimes people are just sh*tty. Sometimes they're sh*tty because they're afraid. Sometimes they choose to be sh*tty to others before others can be sh*tty to them.

You are not alone." Before I can tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

Atticus, he was real nice…." "Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them." —To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee

You are all anyone could be. If anyone could have saved me it would have been you.

I used to think that. But then I realized, believe it or not, it's actually beautiful to some people. It must be, because enough people live here, and they can't all think it's ugly.' He smiles out at the ugly trees and the ugly farmland and the ugly kids as if he can see Oz. As if he can really, truly see the beauty that's there. In that moment I wish I could see it through his eyes. I wish he had glasses to give me.

But tonight I'm telling myself I don't have anything in common with this Violet girl, no matter how much I want to, and asking myself if the words between us were really that hot or if maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.