Quotes About Compassion

I want him to live if HE wants to live. If he doesn't, then by forcing him to carry on, you, me..... we become just another shitty bunch of people taking away his choices.

I think people get bored of grief," said Natasha. "It's like you're allowed some unspoken allotted time—six months maybe—and then they get faintly irritated that you're not 'better,' like you're being self-indulgent hanging on to your unhappiness.

Sometimes for our sanity own sanity we just have to look at the bigger picture.

Books are what teach you about life. Books teach you empathy.

I frowned at the list. "So… I'll go back and tell the Traynors that I'm going to get their suicidal quadriplegic son drunk, spend their money on strippers and lap dancers, and then trundle him off to the Disability Olympics—

I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.

You know what makes me feel down? The way you keep promising to live some kind of a life, then sacrifice yourself to every waif and stray who comes across your path.

Who was it who had said you were only as happy as your unhappiest child?

I . . . I'm not someone who can just . . . leave someone behind.

there's a whole lot more to life than winning.

Sometimes, I said, a lie is the way of least pain for everyone.

You shall forget that I am part of an enemy army, I shall forget that you are a woman who spends much of her time working out how to subvert that army, and we shall just . . . be two people?

Last night. When I was bleeding out. I heard you. Our eyes locked. And in that moment everything shifted. I saw what I had really done. I saw that I could be somebody's centre, their reason for staying. I saw that I could be enough.

There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham.

It's always the kindnesses that finish you off.

Well, you're a lucky man," Will said, as Nathan began to steer him out. "She certainly gives a good bed bath.

But surely if you loved someone it was your job to stick with him? To help him through the depression? In sickness and in health, and all that?

It was an odd sensation, having to view my family as human beings.

So this . . . the painting, the house . . . it hit me when I heard what happened to Sophie earlier. It's just stuff. They could take all of it, frankly. The only thing that matters is people." She looks down at his hands, and her voice cracks. "All that really matters is who you love.

I turned away, unexpectedly afraid to look at him. I was afraid of what he might be feeling, the depth of his loss, the extent of his fears. Will Traynor's life had been so far beyond the experiences of mine. Who was I to tell him how he should want to live it?

Tanzie knew Nicky was thinking what she was thinking—that Mum had finally gone mad. But she had read somewhere that mad people were like sleepwalkers—it was best not to disturb them. So she nodded really slowly, like this was all making good sense.

know this at least: that somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

The worst thing about working as a caregiver is not what you might think. It's not the lifting and cleaning, the medicines and wipes, and the distant but somehow always perceptible smell of disinfectant. It's not even the fact that most people assume you're only doing it because you really aren't smart enough to do anything else. It's the fact that when you spend all day in proximity to someone, there is no escape from their moods. Or your own.

Onsuz ya?amaktan korktu?umu fark ettim. Benim hayat?m? y?kmaya ne hakk?n var, demek istiyordum. Benim senin hayat?n üzerinde hiçbir ?ey söylemeye hakk?m yokken bunu yapmaya ne hakk?n var?