Quotes About Compassion

Uncross your knives

As Gary understands it, the greatest portion of grief is the one you dish out for yourself, and he and Sally have both served themselves from the same table tonight, the only difference being that he knows what he's missing, and she has no idea what is causing her to cry as she drives down the Turnpike.

The truth is, some of your closest friends may disappear during your most difficult times. These people have their own history and traumas; they may not be able to deal with yours. They may belong to the before .

And what of monsters? Can they love too? We know quite well they can. For we know that they do.

I had been blind to the pain of others until I had my own burden to carry.

This is your heart that you hold in your hands, be careful with it, don't lose it, and don't forget that I loved you the same way even though you weren't born to me.

when somebody's that nasty, it's because she must have walked through fire. Those comments you're getting are flying off her like sparks without her even knowing she's all burned up inside.

he thought of Jesus as a great teacher, a rebel who refused to see the poor and disenfranchised mistreated.

A lot of people don't know what to do about grief. I don't blame you for a thing.

I wished to be forgiven. 'It was always so in the eyes of God,' Shirah told me.

Let my burden be your burden, and yours be mine.

Women pitied her, but went on their way; they had their own troubles to attend to, and mercy was a scarce commodity.

Who would have guessed you'd be crying over that old hay bag." But that wasn't it at all, Elinor saw that from the look on his face when he turned to her. That was the attachment, that was the way he held on to her.

Let love be one, let it heal what had been broken, let it open the door to hope for the future.

You could not have all that you wanted, but if you found love, you were fortunate.

You think terrible things can't happen because they've never happened to you, but they're out there, all the time, every day. They happen to someone.

There are sick people everywhere, in wheelchairs and on benches. Shelby is embarrassed to be so healthy.

Should I judge myself?" she ventured to ask. "Or should I leave that to the Almighty, who forgives us all for being what He made us?

Elv felt consoled. She'd done such terrible things no one could forgive her, except perhaps for another sorrowful creature who understood the effects of human cruelty, who could lie down beside her and know she hadn't meant any harm.

I thought perhaps it was more important to listen than to be heard.

Lion had to kiss her then and there, even though when he kissed her he felt as though he were swallowing her sadness.

I knew I was supposed to have sympathy for the main character, the orphaned Jane, who was near my age and all but friendless and whose name I took for myself on the nights I wandered off on my own. Yet it was the madwoman locked in the attic who held my interest and compassion.

She doesn't know why she didn't turn out like the girl in Union Square, screaming at passersby, caught in the web of her own pain, but on nights when she's reading her veterinary journals, and the dogs are sleeping, she wonders if it's possible that when she rescued them, they rescued her as well.

Our people believed every creature had a spark—nitzotz—that which was holy, and we were to show kindness and compassion to all beings, what we called baal chayyim. All animals praise God, as we do, with their songs and their voices. In midwinter, we dedicated a Sabbath to the birds, to offer our gratitude and acknowledge that it is their songs that have taught mankind how to chant and praise the glory of our Creator.