Quotes About Compassion

Sometimes i still think about when we used to fight and I feel really bad because if I'd known what was going to happen to her, I would have tried to be nice to her every day. I say 'try' because it's quite hard to be nice to someone every day. Even my mum gets on my nerves sometimes but I'm always nice to her because I know she's still sad, and because I'm all she has left.

ALL MY LIFE I'VE ENDED UP LOOKING AFTER PEOPLE, FITTING MYSELF AROUND WHAT THEY NEED, WHAT THEY WANTED.

All that really matters is who you love.

I felt a sudden wave of sympathy for her. It couldn't be easy being my mother.

Beside me Sam had started to shake silently. "Stop them," he murmured. "I'm going to bust my stitches.

Even if you do not feel it now, there is pleasure to be had from being a decent person.

things I learned about being a parent, while not actually being a parent: That whatever you did would probably be wrong.

There is nothing more disconcerting to passers-by than to see a man in a wheelchair pleading with a woman who is meant to be looking after him. It's apparently not really the done thing to be angry with your disabled charge. Especially

I'm not saying she wasn't wrong to do it. I'm just saying maybe that one moment shouldn't be the whole thing that defines her. Or your relationship with her.

Et si tu penses avoir fait le bon choix, sache au moins qu'il y a, quelque part dans le monde, un homme qui t'aime et qui comprend à quel point tu es précieuse, intelligente et douce. Un homme qui t'a toujours aimé et qui, pour son plus grand malheur, t'aimera toujours.

And because, most crazy of all, all that kindness, all that magnificence, was sitting there just because of his words

Especially when he is plainly unable to move, and is saying, gently, 'Clark. Please. Just come over here. Please,

you were only as happy as your unhappiest child?

I have never really been an animal person. But I suddenly understood what comfort could be gained from burying your face in the soft pelt of another creature, the consolation of the many small

But I want him to live if he wants to live. If he doesn't, then by forcing him to carry on, you, me—no matter how much we love him—we become just another shitty bunch of people taking away his choices." Nathan

He could be happy, if surrounded by the right people, if allowed to be Will, instead of The Man in the Wheelchair, the list of symptoms, the object of pity. And

All that matters is who you love.

Do you know what a quadriplegic is?" I faltered. "When…you're stuck in a wheelchair?" "I suppose that's one way of putting it. There are varying degrees, but in this case we are talking about complete loss of use of the legs, and very limited use of the hands and arms. Would that bother you?

Alice had discovered how, for a woman at least, it was much easier to feel anger on behalf of someone you cared about, to access that cold burn, to want to make someone suffer if they had hurt someone you loved.

Someone who had lost a child, according to village wisdom, should be allowed to grieve in whichever way she chose; the awfulness was so unimaginable that unlike other life events—weddings, christenings, disappearing spouses—no one felt qualified to suggest a right or wrong way of dealing with

Questa faccenda sta causando tanto dolore a troppe persone.

This week's Moving On Circle is about guilt, survivor's guilt, guilt that we didn't do enough... It's often this that keeps us from moving forward.

Kind eyes under all the mascara.

I listened to her litany of frustration and tried not to think about the time.