Quotes About Compassion

Do unto others as they would do unto you—and do it first.

During his first year on the job, the young clerk donated about 6 percent of his wages to charity, some weeks much more.

By 1859, when he was twenty, his charitable giving surpassed the 10 percent mark.

Rockefeller even hesitated to punish serious offenses and instead of prosecuting the occasional embezzler simply dismissed him.

If she suspected wrongdoing, she kept it to herself to spare the children.

He peppered his talk with references to his forgiving nature.

Sensitive to her delicate psychological state, he sent her gently whimsical letters.

Her father was slowly dying of stomach cancer while she was writing her series, and this might have further embittered her toward Rockefeller

he only hoped his son would help as many people in his lifetime as Pierpont had in his.

But sometimes we has to be thankful for the things that hurt us,' I said, 'cause sometimes God does things that hurts us but they help somebody else.

Sometimes to touch us, God touches someone that's close to us. This is what opens our eyes to the fact there is a higher power than ourselves, whether we call it God or not.

You was the onlyest person that looked past my skin and past my meanness and saw that there was somebody on the inside worth savin...We all has more in common than we think. You stood up with courage and faced me when I was dangerous, and it changed my life. You loved me for who I was on the inside, the person God meant for me to be, the one that had just gotten lost for a while on some ugly roads in life.

Ever man should have the courage to stand up and face the enemy,' I said, 'cause ever person that looks like a enemy on the outside ain't necessarily one on the inside. We all has more in common that we think. You stood up with courage and faced me when I was dangerous, and it changed my life. You loved me for who I was on the inside, the person God meant for me to be, the one that had just gotten lost for a while on some ugly roads in life.

I have learned that I cannot see into a person's heart to know his spiritual condition. All I can do is tell the jagged tale of my own spiritual journey and declare that my life has been the better for having followed Christ.

You know, if you ain't poor, you might think it's the folks in them big ole fine brick churches that's doin all the carin and the prayin. I wish you coulda seen all them little circles a'homeless folks with their heads bowed and their eyes closed, whisperin what was on their hearts. Seemed like they didn't have nothin to give, but they was givin what they had, taken the time to knock on God's front door and ask Him to heal this woman that loved them.

Judge people less on their mistakes than on how they handle their mistakes

To love a man enough to help him, you have to forfeit the warm, self-righteous glow that comes from judging.

If all the Christians- I mean all of 'em- got outta the pews on Sundays and into the streets, we'd shut the city down. We'd shut down hunger. We'd shut down loneliness. We'd shut down the notion that there is any such of a thing as a person that don't deserve a kind word and a second chance.

I thank God today she found the courage in her heart to love me enough so that someday I could tell you that even a black ex-con from Angola that stabbed a man could maybe someday do some good in the world if he gets a chance.

can't watch her die," he told her. "I just can't." He waited on the porch till it was over.

Hate the critics? I have nothing but compassion for them. How can one hate the crippled, the mentally deficient, and the dead?

We all have our little sorrows, ducky, you're not the only one. The littler you are, the larger the sorrow. You think you loved him? What about me?

If we love our country, we should also love our countrymen.

Getting shot hurts. Still my fear was growing because no matter how hard I tried to breath it seemed I was getting less & less air. I focused on that tiled ceiling and prayed. But I realized I couldn't ask for Gods help while at the same time I felt hatred for the mixed up young man who had shot me. Isn't that the meaning of the lost sheep? We are all Gods children & therefore equally beloved by him. I began to pray for his soul and that he would find his way back to the fold.