Quotes About Compassion

Be friends. Care. Love. Respect. And understand. Relationships blossom when we become friends.

It comes down to the way you treat people. When you treat people with dignity and respect all the time, you can work through anything.

Speak Thou in my words to-day, think in my thoughts, and work in all my deeds. And seeing that it is Thy gracious will to make use even of such weak human instruments in the fulfilment of Thy mighty purpose for the world, let my life to-day be the channel through which some little portion of Thy divine love and pity may reach the lives that are nearest to my own.

When it comes to dealing with change and crisis, grace becomes evident in how we treat one another.

We did our best, Anna and I. We forgave each other for all we were not.

People who put principles before people are people who hate people. They don't much care about how well it works, just about how right it is … they may even like it better if it inflicts enough pain.

Don't underrate ordinary human decency," Josh said quietly. "There's more of heaven in a guy who hands a cold soda to a hot, tired panhandler than there is in fifty moral philosophers.

That's what comes across in this account of Jesus' baptism: it's all about Jesus taking my part, coming down to my level in order to lift me up to his level. What more could he have done to prove himself our friend?

In the midst of chaos and injustice and violence, Jesus displays gentle mercy for His enemy. The contrast is not only emotionally moving, but theologically significant and instructive.

I came on my mother shedding a few tears in the drawing room. My mother had hastily blown her nose and spoken to me in an irritated way—a rare thing for her. I knew she knew she should not have been doing it—such demonstrations either of grief or happiness were not the thing at all—and so I was not upset by her crossness, feeling that we had been caught out, as it were, together, and that we must both do better in future.

If you have to cry, he said, and sometimes you can't help it, if you have to cry, cry afterwards, never during! Remember this. Unless you're with those who love you, only those who love you, and in that case you're already lucky, for there are never many who love you — if you're with them, you can cry during. Otherwise you cry afterwards

Hold Everything Dear

Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes this order and is therefore best thought of as being in some way supernatural.

At some point when tending someone you love who is in pain, you reach the edge of a lake, and you look at each other with such joy at the stillness. [Letter unsent]

To try to understand the experience of another it is necessary to dismantle the world as seen from one's own place within it, and to reassemble it as seen from his.

The truth is that most photographs taken of people are about suffering, and most of that suffering is man-made.

The worse anyone feels, the worse treated he is. Fools elect fools.

and if, 0 my love, my heart is breaking, please neglect my cries and I will spare you.

Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans.Spare their women for Thy Sake,And if that is not too easyWe will pardon Thy Mistake.But, gracious Lord, whate'er shall be,Don't let anyone bomb me.

If we don't risk being hurt, we cannot give unconditional love. Unconditional love gives others the right to hurt us.

In My greatest hour of need, My closest friends deserted Me. Judas betrayed Me, Peter denied Me, and the rest fled for their lives. Only John followed from afar. I had cared for them for over three years, feeding them and teaching them. Yet as I died for the sins of the world, I forgave. I released all of them—from My friends who had deserted Me to the Roman guard who had crucified Me. They didn't ask for forgiveness, yet I freely gave it.

Love forgets wrongs so that there is hope for the future.

Apart from Scientologists and born-again Christians, junkies are probably the worst people in the world to live with. Even other junkies will tell you that.

But later, standing in triage, surrounded by a pile of bloody rags that had been cut from the body of an eight-year-old boy who was now in surgery, having a gangrenous leg amputated, she felt the black heat rising inside her head again. It made her wish she'd gone with Cooper. What the hell is wrong with people that they'd do these things—to little kids? It