Quotes About Compassion

God is in the forgiveness business. You don't have to get your life all straightened up before you talk to him.

If women would stand beside each other, rather than be jealous, it'd help a lot.

Jane started crying, which didn't surprise Ray in the least. The woman had the appearance of a professional watering pot—her

If you decide you have to kill yourself," he said, "in the last second before you act, picture my face. Listen to me giving you one last plea not to do it. And know that someone really cares.

Over and over I had to reassure her. "You hate me," she would say. "Lori, I don't hate you. I love you." Finally it began to dawn on me. When she challenged me like that, she wasn't making a statement. She was asking a question. And she needed to hear the answer. She needed to hear that I still accepted her. She needed to hear that I still cared for her. Over and over again she needed to hear me tell her that I loved her.

These people are no better or no worse than people anywhere, anything that you can do to help them, help them and you will be surprised to know how they will help you.

MAMA: You must not dislike people 'cause they well off, honey. BENEATHA: Why not? It makes just as much sense as disliking people 'cause they are poor, and lots of people do that.

When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right, child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.

If I could not be anchored and profound, I would try, at least, to be kind.

I follow three rules: Do the right thing, do the best you can, and always show people you care. You've got to make a sincere attempt to have the right goals to begin with, then go after them with appropriate effort, and remember that you can't really achieve anything great without the help of others.

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger" (Prov. 15:1;

Seems to me it ain't the world that's so bad but what we're doing to it, and all I'm saying is: see what a wonderful world it would be if only we'd give it a chance. Love, baby - love. That's the secret.

was nine when she passed. The last thing she told us was Be good to one another.

believe, it is the height of love to—to release a loved one.

Moreover it is one of the greatest curses of religion that it takes only the very slightest twist of a knife tip in the cloth of a shirt to turn neighbours who have loved each other into bitter enemies.

He showed his daughter how to use cushions to vary his position and relieve the monotony of pressure that corrupts the flesh, but he made her leave the room for all those tasks which would normally fall to the lot of a woman, and which show the greatest love.

no one is more truly themselves than when they are sick or injured. That's when the qualities come out.

Socrates stared abjectly at his right foot, which it had become too much of an ordeal to move. He summoned up an effort of will which, to his consternation, moved one of his forefingers. He tried to make the effort of will to stop it, but could not make the effort of will to make the effort of will. Locked into an infinite regress of incapacity, he stood absolutely still and retreated into the kaleidoscope of unconnected images behind his eyes. One of the nuns wiped a tear from his face

Quite often the dolphins save the lives of those who are drowning, and sometimes they dolphins make a mistake and try to save those who are not drowning at all but are really diving for turtles. That is something that one just has to put up with from time to time, and it serves to prove how simpatico the animals are.

Quando morrem aqueles que amamos, temos de viver por eles. Temos de ver as coisas pelos seus olhos. Temos de lembrar como é que eles costumavam dizer as coisas, e usar as palavras que eles usavam. Temos de agradecer o facto de podermos fazer coisas que eles já não podem fazer, e também de sentir uma grande tristeza por isso acontecer.

I wonder why it is the man who pleads for mercy never gives it.

Her eyes went again to the man in black. He had removed his hat when he seated himself and she noticed that his hair was black and curly. He was a lean, powerfully built man, probably larger than he looked while seated. Her eyes trailed again to the bandage. "You…you've hurt yourself!" she exclaimed. "Your shoulder!" Embarrassed

The Dutchman was hard Ã¢â'¬Â¦ he was stone. His brain was eroded granite where the few ideas he had carved deep their ruts of opinion. There was no way for another idea to seep in, no place for imagination, no place for dreams, none for compassion or mercy or even fear.

A dead man they could leave, but a wounded man they must care for.