Quotes About Compassion

This crowd of men, each one of them what would be called a man's man, so driven in the masculine pursuits of soldiering, hunting, fishing and the like, loved women, pregnant women especially, and the babies they brought. It was uncanny. And tremendous fun. Doc

Maybe, if you're very nice, I'll let you watch a movie with me." He smiled at her. "I bet they're all girl movies that make you cry." He used his thumb to wipe a tear away from her cheek. "Cameron, everything makes me cry. Haven't you noticed?" "It's pretty normal. Pregnant women cry a lot, whether they need to or not.

My heart hurts. Hurts so bad. I…I just don't want him to see me cry anymore…." She hiccuped and blinked until her cheeks were wet. Jerry didn't hand her a tissue; she knew where they were. She'd used up his supply several times. "If I didn't love him so much, I'd hate him." She swallowed and reached for a tissue. "My heart hurts so bad…." *

Wouldn't a guy feel funny about his girl getting raped? Like maybe not wanting to… You know… Seems like a guy wouldn't want to touch her after that." "Like she was dirty? Come on," he said, laughing. "Don't think like that. When something bad happens to the girl you love, you just love her that much harder." "Really?" "Of course, really." "She

Cocktail weenies?" he asked, holding up a little can. "Who gives cocktail weenies to a needy family?" "I mighta done that," said Hope McCrea, pushing her big black glasses up on her nose. "The can is bulging," Jack said. "Been a while since I had a yen for cocktail weenies," Hope replied, unrepentant. Jack pitched the can in the trash. "Sorry, Hope. Can't take a chance on killing anyone our first try at this.

Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we'd give blood. —CHARLES DICKENS

No one should make you cry like this. Tell me who he is. I'll kill him for you." "I wasted so much time on him," she said with a hiccup of emotion. He kissed her eyes. "He's a dick," he said. "Worse. He's a stupid dick." She responded with a small, whimpering laugh. He

The secret is learning to accept people as they are, not as you wish them to be.

Concentrate on the good you can do and don't gnaw on the hopeless cases. It'll just make you sad.

And it's my opinion that people who don't like dogs are coldhearted and impatient.

No one deserves cruelty of any kind. Not on their worst day." Just

Mel was going to breast-feed right up to basic training," Jack said. "I thought he'd be my only baby and I didn't want to rush him," she said, a tear spilling over. She got a very pathetic look on her face. On that note, Jack leaned down and scooped her up from behind, holding her. He had a unique sense for when it would work and when it would get him smacked. Right at that moment, she needed a little human contact, support from her man. "Then

There's a great trick to escaping the pain of loss, and that is giving.

He has so much love in his heart. He just wants his people—the people he loves—to be all right.

Porque es responsabilidad tuya que tus actos no dañen a nadie.

Marcie, I won't let you do this!" Erin insisted. "It's primitive! He's primitive! He looks like a total nutcase. A wild man." "He's actually very docile. Kind." "There

Paige looked up at him, smiled sweetly, and it made him feel all soupy inside. Her eyes were so sad, so scared. She couldn't help it, he understood that. If it weren't for the fear, he might actually take her hand to give her courage—but she wasn't just afraid of whoever did that to her. She was afraid of everything, including him.

And now Patrick owed her. You hardly ever run into the kind of person who can really hold you in an open hand, never threatened or competitive, always loving you enough to want you to have everything you've imagined possible. Angie, only twenty-three, had that down. She was all selfless love. She was going to leave her mark and the world would be a better place for it.

One of the best ways to help the world is to never be a burden to it. Give money, give time, give love, and make sure you give yourself a little to spare so you're not the one in need.

There is an antidote to sadness—it is gratitude. There's a great trick to escaping the pain of loss, and that is giving.

She was everything he avoided—youth, innocence, inexperience. And she had everything he wanted—guts, wisdom and compassion.

Let's all say a little prayer that gives God permission to guide us in the right direction, in doing good, mending hurts, healing hearts, asking for forgiveness. And then we'll sing.

Ellie, your grandmother must have been incredible. I wish I could've met her." She sighed. "She totally rocked. I miss her so much sometimes." She swallowed. "Seems unfair sometimes. Jason… My gramma… Two people I loved so much are already gone." Noah did an uncharacteristic thing. He reached across the front seat and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. Because he understood that. *

After a little while, Jack pulled him up, hoisted him over his shoulder and carried him about a mile down the road to meet their convoy. And Jack had said, Let it out, buddy. After you get it all out, you stick to me like duct tape—I'm your mother now.