Quotes About Compassion

At that moment a very good thing was happening to her...she had found out what it was to be sorry for someone.

to speak to her. He was interested in his roses (which, she heard afterward, were to be sent to town to an invalid friend)

You see, I know what it is to be hungry, and it is very hard when one cannot even PRETEND it away.

Trebuie s? te gândeÈ™ti totdeauna la oamenii care îÈ›i fac bine.

You can't expect a person to love an animal they might see decapitated at any minute. It ain't realistic, I told Miss Blue, who was gulping down her worm. She looked up at me like it shocked her to learn that some chickens got treated that way.

Only one thing to do about hate that big...and that's to put a bigger love out there -Monster

Kad god poželiš nekoga kritizirati, rekao mi je, samo se sjeti da svi ljudi na svijetu nisu imali prednosti koje si ti imao.

You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn't go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.

love is the only thing we have to save us

Once she was standing by her locker and her puka shells broke and scattered and she made a joke about it but he could tell she was upset. He wanted to buy her some more. He wanted to give her a million strands of little nesting polished shells, and tropical flowers and ice creams and lemonades and a pale blue surfboard to teach her to surf on and anything else she wanted. Instead he let his checkered Vans step on one of the rolling shells and crush it.

Be love because you are.

Being a good mother is being a hero. Right?

My pain is ugly, Angel Juan. I feel like I have so much ugly pain,' says Witch Baby in a dream. 'Everyone does,' Angel Juan says. 'My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

Why else were we here except to love?

Dr. Edwards's hands were cupping her face, forcing her to look up.

Are you afraid no one loves you? Taryn looked serious. Because my mom says that people really do love each other. They just get confused sometimes and forget how to let each other know.

Because the people we love, who love us, are the ones who will forgive us later on when it all blows over.

Jessica? No!" Elizabeth couldn't bear for Robin to be so hurt, so disillusioned. "She was your friend!

Regina seemed so good-natured about her handicap that Jessica could hardly believe it. Then a horrible thought entered her mind. Is Nicholas deaf, too? she asked.

my best friend's problems, but I can't

Oh, God! It was Carl, the sad-looking, lonely hospital orderly.

My mom used to say that a poor person who gave a dime to charity was more generous than a rich one who gave hundreds of dollars.

Consequently, we sympathize. We identify. We care. In fact, most writers would like you to identify

Yvonne had created this place for her and for others like her: born into the wrong life, the wrong body, an innocent victim of God's mistake.