Empath Quotes Novels & Stories

Unable to help. Then I felt them. Other presences. Other minds. Broken wolves in cells throughout the compound. Elena. The other empaths. All feeling my desperate fight. Elena's voice whispered in my head. Not words. Just emotion. Recognition. She knew what I was trying to do. Knew I was failing. And she made a choice. Her gift reached toward me. Weak. Damaged. But offering. Supporting. Then another empath joined. Then another. Five broken wolves giving what little they had left.

Dead serious. A wave of shock and disbelief coursed through me all at once. Who the hell did he think he was? I scoffed, and the words came tumbling out before I could stop them. “First, you call me a simpleton, now this? I almost died, the least you should do is show some empathy—” “Then what?” He leaned back in the sofa, his expression unbothered. “If I show some empathy, is it going to make you feel better? Is it going to change what’s already happened? Funny how you want empathy but not pity.”

I protested weakly. "No, you don't. What you need is to remember that the people who matter—the ones who actually know us—support us completely." He set my phone on the table, out of reach. "Everyone else is just noise." I wanted to believe him. But the noise was so loud, so persistent, that it was hard to ignore. My phone buzzed again, and Christopher glanced at the screen. "It's Emily." I grabbed it quickly. "Em?" "Ana, I just watched the interview." Emily's voice was thick with emotion. "You were incredible. So strong and honest. I'm so proud of you."

“Jessa, it’s very important that you give me an indicator that you are listening.” “Yes ma’am.” She takes several deep breaths. “It’s important for you and Demetri to understand that your difficulties with trust are to be expected. While change is slow, the council is working hard to change the perception that many alphas have on empaths. I promise, they are trying. I am Dr. Vivian Romero. I’m not just an expert in silver addition and poisoning but I’m an empath as well. My biological daughter, Daniela, and my adopted daughter, Cora, are empaths as well. I would like the opportunity to work with you, Demetri and Angela on teaching you.” She pauses a moment.

Especially as I have an enormous amount of my own to sort out, come on. “You misunderstand me girl, that would be just the start of what you could do, if committed an empath is deadly, you can feel the emotions of others and vice versa, now come, we will practice some more, this old woman only has many emotions to give” I frowned again, trying to make sense of what she just said. Nana pushes her cup away and leans heavily on her staff, I stand up immediately, going to help her but I freeze in place at the look she shoots me. “Sorry”

“You’ve said that every single round.” From the corner of the room, Ember flipped a page in the book resting on her knee. She sat cross-legged on a bench, entirely relaxed, as if she were in a café instead of a combat facility. “She says it because she believes if she repeats it enough, her muscles will unionise and stop complaining.” Piper shot her a look. “You’re supposed to be encouraging.” “I am,” Ember said without looking up. “I’m encouraging you to accept that you are, in fact, human and you're exhausted.”

When people kept asking me to join the live stream, I only smiled coldly. Why would I join? A woman who looked too aggressive would only lose sympathy. Instead, I typed a simple message. “I no longer wish to be entangled in all of this. I hope everyone will understand.” The effect was even better than I expected. The comments instantly exploded with comfort and support. “Emily is too kind!” “She still does not want revenge after being betrayed!” “She deserves better!” I looked at those comments with satisfaction. Even Ethan would probably feel guilty after seeing everyone pity me like this.

"Every human needs a friend, someone who can curse the people who hurt you more than you do, someone who will want to hurt the people who hurt you more than you do, someone who will make you laugh in situations you know nothing other than crying, someone who can listen to your nonsense overthinking imaginations. Just someone!"[Jacqueline] [Jacqueline's POV]

"Learning to channel your anger and forgive yourself." "Was it hard?" She sighed. "It was worth it. Your mother was an empath. Not much different from what you are. You feel the weight of the world's expectations on you and forget to turn some of that love inward." That sounded right. "But when empaths learn to balance the elements and defend themselves, there is no stronger force than them." She smiled and stood up. "That's what you'll have to learn first, Chloe."

“You did the math and decided I was the acceptable loss. Send Ember back to her abuser — she’s survived it before, she’ll survive it again, and anyway she’s been traded her whole life, what’s one more transaction between friends?” “That’s not what — we didn’t think it would go that far, we never imagined — Oh, goddess. I’m sorry.” Queenie is destroyed, mascara reaking down her face, nose running. “I’m so sorry, Ember, I’ve wanted to tell you every single day, I’ve been dying inside—”