Quotes About Compassion

Forgiveness in families is a mystery to me, how it comes or how it lasts.

We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do - we do it all the time.

El Mundo me considera un Monstruo y no tengo nada en contra de eso, aunque de paso podría decir que a los que sueltan bombas o queman ciudades o matan de hambre o asesinan a cientos de miles de personas normalmente no se los considera Monstruos sino que les llueven medallas y honores, pues solo los actos contra pocas personas se consideran malos y terribles. Lo cual no es una excusa sino una simple observación.

even if she's faking, it shows she wants to feel something, doesn't it, oughtn't decent people to help her?

love is the strut and hate is the stumble.

There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

Those who say they would rather fight to the death than be raped are fools. I would rather be raped a thousand times. You do what you have to.

As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.

our heartache poured into one another like water from cup to cup.

She listened for the pain in my words, not to the narrative itself. She was intuiting what it meant to me, what was most important, what, in that confused mass of experience and yearning she heard in my voice, she could single out to give back.

Almost everyone in heaven has someone on Earth they watch, a loved one, a friend, or even a stranger who was once kind, who offered warm food or a bright smile when one of us needed it.

If you chose to go into someone else's reality, you had to be willing to walk. There were no shortcuts.

As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of the things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.

Almost everyone in heaven has someone on Earth they watch, a loved one, a friend, or even a stranger who was once kind, who offered warm food or a bright smile when one of is had needed it.

I could not imagine my youngest standing above her soiled grandmother in the wing chair and saying, mother, let's kill her. That's the only choice.

It was in these moments, I knew, that my father loved my mother most. When my mother was broken and helpless, when her hard shell was stripped away and her spite and brittleness couldn't serve her. It was a sad dance of two people who were starving to death in each other's arms. Their marriage an X that forever joined murderer to victim.

Oh, Celie, unbelief is a terrible thing. And so is the hurt we cause others unknowingly.

Who am I to tell her who to love? My job just to love her good and true myself. P. 237

When the ax came into the forest the trees said the handle is one of us.

Surely the earth can be saved by all the people who insist on love.

And I thank God let me gain understanding enough to know love can't be halted just cause some peoples moan and groan. P.238

A writer's heart, a poet's heart, an artist's heart, a musician's heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world...

We do not believe in heaven or hell...; we do not believe in eternal damnation. We believe only in the unavoidable horror of hurting others and of likewise being hurt.

Just cause I love her don't take away none of her rights.