Empath Quotes Novels & Stories

59. Love and Poetry Ayame Generally, people who say that they’ll never be dumb enough to fall in love are speaking from personal experience, but in my case, love, well romantic love had always been a vicarious feeling. I think that’s true of most empaths though. People who feel, see, even exist in other’s hearts at times, with zero control over it, makes it difficult if not impossible to have feelings that are unique to them. Believe it or not, there was a time I couldn’t wait to grow up. Couldn’t wait to experience that head over feet, heart pounding in my chest sensation. It was the closest thing to flying that I ever came with two feet on the ground.

"I'm not, I'm just saying it feels too good to be true." "That's because you're not used to being happy, but you deserve this Em, you deserve all of this." "You really think so?" "I know so, you've been through hell and back, you raised Ethan on your own, built a whole ass company, and you did it all while dealing with heartbreak, if anyone deserves happiness it's you." I felt my eyes getting watery, "stop making me cry in public." "Then stop asking questions that are gonna make me get all emotional."

I, muttered in between sincere smile to Emilia. " Yeah Micah, you're strong, smart i mean you're a geek and let's not forget,courageous and you shouldn't waste your tears and time crying over someone worthless who never really had a purpose in life, get over that jerk baby girl" Daisy added. "Thank you so much guys " i agreed trying to steer clear from wallowing in self pity. " Okay enough if the pity party guys and guess what?" Emily squealed, grinning from ear to ear. "No, no, no, don't tell me there's another party cus I'm definitely not attending this." I decline even without waiting to hear what Emily had to say.

Emily leaned forward and looked at me. "First of all, Rosalina, I want to commend you for seeking help. It takes a lot of courage to do that, especially for someone your age. Secondly, I'm sorry for the losses you've endured throughout your childhood. It's understandable that it could contribute to difficulties in managing your emotions." She smiled gently at me, her blue eyes full of empathy. A feeling that was foreign to me. I was definitely not an empath, some might even say I was a sociopath.

Their presence was a comforting balm to those who had endured immense pain and suffering. Emily felt the weight of responsibility as she connected with individuals whose lives had been shattered. Her empathy ran deep, and she carried their stories within her heart. "Your resilience is astounding. I cannot begin to fathom the depth of your pain, but together, we will navigate this journey of redemption," she assured them, her voice filled with a mix of compassion and determination.

Celeste The morning came slow and muted, the kind of light that looked half-asleep as it filtered through my curtains. I had barely slept. My mind had been full of gold-inked words and diagrams that refused to leave. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that book again the sketches of the mind, the symbols for thought and control, and that single phrase that had branded itself into my memory: “Empathy without boundaries becomes madness.” It looped in my head like a prayer and a curse.

I ask. "Emily barely looks up from her iPad when she talks." What the hell am I doing? God is for the money, be kind on me. “You post everyday and for I*******m captions,” she says while chewing a kale salad like it personally offended her. “Keep them short, ironic, and never too deep. You’re a vibe, not a philosopher.” “You mean no Shakespeare quotes?” She glares. I write: “No Shakespeare. No sincerity. Vibes only.”

I projected my feelings towards him, showing him how much I want him. “What is that?” He said in a hushed tone. “I am a special kind of empath. I can feel other people, but I can help them as well. I can… heal, help influence emotions. In this case, I am just showing you how I feel.” I finished shrugging. “Wow.” He said moving from the opposite side of the table to mine. We sat there for a moment before he turned to place food in front of me. He looked like he was arguing with himself. I knew I had no business trying to pull this man into my mess of a life. He was out of my league and could have any girl he wanted.

“You’re insecure and weak! You confuse violence and hate for power and you’re wrong. You hurt the people who love you and don’t take any responsibility for it. You’re...a monster.” “Told you you could do it.” I whispered. “Now it’s your turn.” He muttered. I turned around and there was El. “I just wanted to get out of here.” She breathed. “I can help with that.” I said. “You’re not always right. You can’t control everything. Being Empress does not make you the end all be all of everything. You need to let go sometimes. Just because you were hurt before doesn’t mean you’ll get hurt again. Trust something other than yourself.”