Quotes About Compassion

I'm not concerned about any terrible things you might have done," he said quietly. "I'm concerned about the terrible things that happened to you.

She was my mother and she smiled at me, and held out her her hand.

Richard Baines turned his back at the sound of stones shifting and held up on meaty hand to help over the rocks, handing him down like a lady out of a carriage.

Oh, Kit. Were you ever priveleged to love where love was not given first elsewhere? Even once?

He was distantly aware that he whined like a child and fussed at the tender hands restraining him, while voices gentle, cajoling, and bitterly frustrated by turns spoke over him.

We alleviated suffering, and I've lived with enough suffering to know that any time you can take the edge of it, repair it for even one creature, you are creating a net good in the universe.

I've always wanted to save people. Maybe because nobody saved me.

There are people, even now, who manage to elude rightminding to the point where they enjoy their pleasures more if somebody else suffers to provide them.

It wasn't our place to judge them. It was our place to save them.

He loved her, and she didn't love him, but that didn't mean they had to be assholes about it.

The pain in him might have been my own.

God protect the halt and the lame," he muttered. "Also the purblind fools. And one Kit Marlowe, wherever he may be.

Blinking, startled, as if he had utterly forgotten the Elf-Knight's existence, Kit turned away from the mortal men and hurried to Murchaud's side. Kit pulled Murchaud upright, checking his injuries with a fussiness that left Will tasting bile and jealousy.

While thou art looking out for the halt and the stupid, Lord, let me put in a word for a crippled bird as well.

Romantic feelings were so tiresome. And so inappropriate, when dealing with a patient, but human beings are programmed to get attached to those we caretake, or those who take care of us.

Hating people doesn't accomplish anything except poisoning yourself. I should turn it off. I should let it go. The thing was, first I had to want to let it go.

He just wanted to die and now he's in me, and Mallory won't let him die.

Somewhere, he found a smile that was positively sunny, and gave it to her.

She wanted to save Rien from any hurt, but there were some hurts you could rescue no one from.

He remembered hard hands turned generous, and shuddered.

Marlowe patted Matthew on the shoulder, and Matthew found himself grinning in naked relief; notorious rakehell, sodomite, and playboy he might be remembered as, but lately Christopher Marlowe was the only person who seemed willing to touch Matthew without some implication lying predatory behind it.

How had I come to be herelike them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn't?

Somebody embroidered the doily. Somebody waters the plant, or oils it, maybe. Somebody arranges the rows of cans so that they softly say: esso—so—so—so to high-strung automobiles. Somebody loves us all.

Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms.