Quotes About Compassion

It's painful thinking of the people one has been cruel to.

Martha's heart was beating wildly for several reasons. No one had ever tried to put his hand up her skirt before, and she was petrified at the wild driving. She looked confused and alarmed; and the old Scotsman decided to see her as the little girl he had known for years. He took a ten-shilling note from his stuffed wallet, and gave it to her. 'For when you go back to school,' he said bluffly.

M?i ng??i ??u ch? là k? ?n th?t ng??i n?u nhÆ° không ?? cho nhau ???c yên.

And while the cruelties of the white man toward the black man are among the heaviest counts of the indictment against humanity, colour prejudice is not our original fault, but only one aspect of the atrophy of the imagination that prevents us from seeing ourselves in every creature that breathes under the sun.

Why am I so ungrateful when I suffer so little compared to other women?

A friend drops their plans when you're in trouble, shares joy in your accomplishments, feels sad when you're in pain. A friend encourages your dreams and offers advice--but when you don't follow it, they still respect and love you.

Él nos dijo: con los años llegaréis a amar el mundo. Y nos sentamos allí con las almas en el regazo y las consolamos.

even perhaps something about how love can both save us and not save us.

I do not want to claim a safe and comfortable life for myself that is purchased at the cost of some other woman's needs or desires.

People don't do right because of the fear of God or love of him. You do the right thing because the world doesn't make sense if you don't.

stories are the one sure way I know to touch the heart and change the world.

My stories are not against anyone; they are for the life we need.

Go away and bleed to death,' said his onetime saviour sharply. 'On behalf of the female sex I feel I may cheer every lesion.

My dear, my dear,' said Kate, but to herself. 'I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.

You might, without my crediting it, fall deeply in love and forever, with some warped hunchback whelped in the gutter. I should equally stop you from taking him.

My love is given to no one,' said Lymond. 'To neither man, woman or child. Duty, friendship, compassion I do owe to many. But love I offer to none.

Come, my love,' said Míkál, 'and say goodnight to the dark.' And held him close, full of a sweet young compassion, as the little boy died.

Although I despise the hanging jaw of hunger, I do not intend that the needy should look to me for their banquet.

I hope,' said Jerott, breathing softly and hard, 'that you never meet those who will judge what you have done. How would you recognize love? Or compassion? Francis at least has learned that.

It is not enough,' Robert Reid said, 'to offer justice. The laws of men, the laws of God himself are not enough unless you know the heart, the tongue, the brain, the gut of your people.

What I desire, thou dost not possess for thyself. How canst thou render it then to another?

Duty; friendship; compassion. Which moved him to die for you?

How do you take leave, for all time, of a brother?" "You wish him well," Lymond said, "if that is what is in your mind. And you accept from him his understanding, and his pity, and his fellowship as he is driven, as you are, through the world.

It's time you thought less of your emotional feather bed and more of other people's.