Quotes About Compassion

He can give you one thing, Tilly,—the pleasure of doing good. That is one of the sweetest things in life; and the poor can enjoy it as well as the rich.

En el mundo hay muchísimas Beth, tímidas y tranquilas, sentadas en rincones hasta que alguien las necesita, y que viven para los demás tan alegremente, que nadie se da cuenta de los sacrificios que hacen hasta que el grillo del hogar cesa de chirriar y desaparece el dulce rayo de sol, dejado atrás silencio y sombra.

It was Tilly's turn to speak, and she startled them with her words, "I'm very glad tomorrow is Christmas, even though I shan't have any presents at all." These sentiments were spoken as the three little girls trudged home from school, and Tilly's words struck a cord of pity in the others. Kate and Bessy wondered how she could speak so cheerfully and be so happy when she was too poor to receive even the smallest of gifts on Christmas Day.

You see, when people once begin to do kindnesses, it is so easy and pleasant, they find it hard to leave off; and sometimes it beautifies them so that they find they love one another very much—as Mr. Chrome and Miss Kent discovered that wondrous day.

Rose: A real sacrifice is giving up something you want or enjoy very much, isn't it? Alec: Yes. Rose: Doing it one's own self because one loves another person very much and wants her to be happy? Alec: Yes. Rose: And doing it pleasantly, and being glad about it, and not minding the praise if it doesn't come? Alec: Yes dear, that is the true spirit of self-sacrifice...

It's so dreadful to be poor! sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress. I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all

She needed no reward but the joy she had given.

Let us not tire of a good work, hard though it may be and wearisome; think of the many little hearts that in their sorrow look to us for help. What would the green Earth be without its lovely flowers!

Polly tried to conquer the bad feeling; but it worried her, till she remembered something her mother once said to her: When you feel out of sorts, try to make someone else happy, and you will soon be so yourself.

I think there were not in all the city, four merrier people than the hungry little girls who gave away their bread and milk on Christmas morning.

Kindness in looks and words and ways is true politeness, and any one can have it if they only try to treat other people as they like to be treated themselves.

We can't do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought to do it gladly.

Jo wanted to lay her head down on that motherly bosom, and cry her grief and anger all away, but tears were an unmanly weakness, and she felt so deeply injured that she really couldn't quite forgive yet.

We are never so poor that we cannot bless another human being, are we? So it is that every evil, whether moral or material, results in good. You'll see.

I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.

Grandpa's mind had left us, gone wild and wary. When I walked with him I could feel how strange it was. His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures.

You can't get over things you do to other people as easily as you get over things they do to you.

i want to hear what's happened to you, she said evenly after a while. she gestured in the direction, down river, of the butcher shop. it's just that there is nowhere else to start, she said gently. niether of us is the same. but i'm different because of small, good, manageable things. you're different because ... things i don't know.

But then as time passed, I learned the lesson that parents do early on. You fail sometimes. No matter how much you love your children, there are times you slip. There are moments you can't give, stutter, lose your temper, or simply lose face with the world, and you can't explain this to a child.

Someone has been tortured on my behalf. Someone has been tortured on your behalf. Someone in this world will always be suffering on your behalf. If it comes your time to suffer, just remember. Someone suffered for you. That is what taking on a cloak of human flesh is all about, the willingness to hurt for another human being.

She told him that he had survived by doing the opposite of all the others. Where they abandoned, he saved. Where they were cruel, he was kind. Where they betrayed, he was faithful.

We are never so poor that we cannot bless another human, are we?

As Eliza's strength declined, John grew more solicitous.

I hope you will not be tempted into litigation. Life is too short for that."25