Quotes About Compassion

How can we do this to him? I asked myself. We are going to kill him. We were saying, "Okay, Louie, you must die now," and not giving him any choice about it. We were going to send him into a room and let someone give him a shot so that he would never wake up. But then I remembered what he had looked like the night before, and how much he was hurting, and knew we were doing the right thing.

Ann M. Martin

I felt invisible. Nobody had said anything to me since that comment about the celebratory salad. I wished desperately that Mimi were alive. If she were, she'd have been sitting right next to me and she would have known how I was feeling. She'd have shared in Janine's triumph, but then she would have said to me, "Tell me, my Claudia, how was your club meeting today? Did you get any baby-sitting jobs?" Mimi always knew the right thing to say.

Ann M. Martin

Jenny didn't know how to share. She wouldn't cooperate with the other children. She said she wanted to play by herself, but when the other kids left her alone, she complained bitterly. "Nobody likes me," she wailed. She was sitting at a picnic table making a get-well card. She lowered her head onto her arm, the picture of despair.

Jessi shot Mallory a sidelong glance. She remembered how Mal had celebrated Kwanzaa with the Ramseys the year before. The memory made something inside her tighten with sadness.

Aunt Cecelia would have pulled a tissue out of her sleeve, but I let Becca be sloppy.)

Ann M. Martin

Don't do it, I said. Please? I mean, I understand that you want revenge, but two wrongs don't make a right. I didn't mean to sound like a teacher; the words just popped out.

I felt terrible. What could I do to make Kristy feel better? And if she felt better, would she be nicer to me?

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Ann M. Martin

And then a frail little girl peered through the doorway. She was thin (I could tell that, even though she was dressed in an oversized top and oversized jeans), and a bright red scarf covered her head. Across the front of her T-shirt were the words: BALD IS BEAUTIFUL. She had to be Danielle Roberts.

Later that night, I tore up the list of mean things to do to Aunt Cecelia.

Ann M. Martin

with them. Which is more than I can say about

It's awfully hard helping your parents grow up. But it has to be done.

held her sister's had protectively.

Ann M. Martin

Something wasn't right in the Nicholls household, but what could I do about it? I hated to see two kids so unhappy, but if Mr. Nicholls had his rules, who was I to question them? It was his house. Joey and Nate were his sons.

Ann M. Martin

Ann M. Martin

Haven't my past sermons taught you anything? Yes, Emilie threw at him, that you pray for those who are close to God, and those who aren't, who need Him, you toss away like garbage.

Our common humanity is reason enough to protect our fellow human beings from coming to harm.