Quotes About Compassion

People didn't get nice by accident, did they? They had parents who were nice. Nice to their kids, nice to others. His parents . . . well, they didn't understand the concept of "nice.

No one is keeping a score. We're all just trying to do the right thing.

Roan had taught him not to care what anyone thought, but to regard everyone's feelings.

A saint is a human being who neither wants nor needs to hurt you.

If you can't be kind, at least be vague.

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.

For himself Ian would have calmly and unhesitatingly told society to go to hell, but they'd already put Elizabeth through hell, and he wanted somehow to make it right for her again.

She remebered the angry hurt she had felt because his mother had abandoned him as a young boy,and she cried even harder.His mother should have drowned him!

As long as she loves me and I love her, what difference does religion make?

Understand that you're sensitive." Miri was proud for coming up with such a good word. "Is that like saying I'm dramatic, or crazy?" Miri was careful now. "Sensitive is better than dramatic, and it's definitely not as bad as crazy.

But I have discovered that if you love someone the way I love Mew, you learn to overlook the disgusting things.

And even more, I'm going to see to it that he's happy!

It's funny how when you try to help somebody else feel better you wind up feeling better yourself.

You have to admit it's embarrassing that she's pregnant at thirty-three. And he's eleven years older. I feel sorry for their baby. Think of it—when the baby is our age your mother will be almost fifty and my father will be sixty. They'll be more like grandparents than parents.

This grandmother person looked Vix, Lewis, and Lanie up and down without moving her head. Then she said, "Well, Tawny, I can see you've been busy." And that was it. Tawny didn't cry when Darlene died the next day.

Help the Retarded. Two

I have found that people want and need to explore this subject in their own lives, that the discussion brings needed relief—to all of us. For we all, being human, have some suicide story in our past or our future.

Turn your face to me Turn your gaze and see All the pain surrounding you Every song you hear With a heart sincere Brings a chance for you to do Something more Than Be Alone Something more Than Be Unknown Be the one who does More than she who was Be alive in joy and hope Be the one who does More than she who was Be alive in joy and hope

Ei ole niin väliä, ketä rakastaa, kunhan rakastaa.

El domingo, después del oficio, había bastantes enfermos; pedían socorros y se les daba sólo palabras: -Has pecado y Dios te aflige. Da gracias, menos tendrás que sufrir en la otra vida. Resígnate, sufre, muere. La Iglesia tiene plegarias para sus difuntos.- Débiles, desmadejados, sin esperanza, ni ganas de vivir, seguían bien este consejo y dejaban escapar la vida.

When you feel yourself to be in critical condition, you must treat yourself as gently as you would a sick friend.

We're human. We all occasionally wet ourselves. No one is really better than anyone else. We're just all trying to make it through the year as best we can. We screw up sometimes. We succeed sometimes. We laugh. We cry. We go on. Those are the things we should really share with each other this holiday season, right, if we dare send a letter? We should share the truth. We should share the insanity.

This was a dog that had lived a nightmare of a life and still never whined or howled or cried out of pain or discomfort. You don't make a sound, I learned from Wonder, when no one ever comes to see how you're doing.

I have discovered that most people have no one to talk to, no one, that is, who really wants to listen. When it does at last dawn on a man that you really want to hear about his business, the look that comes over his face is something to see.