Quotes About Compassion

what we learn through sharing our memories and our sadness and our little victories with one another is that it's okay to feel sad. Or lost. Or angry. It's okay to feel a whole host of things that other people might not understand, and often for a long time. Everyone has his or her own journey. We don't judge.

There was no such thing as happiness, she thought, if one of your children was miserable. She

do not let whatever happened with that foolish family next door dim your light. You are a courageous, gorgeous, tremendously kind little creature and I shall be forever grateful that their loss has been my gain. Thank you.

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.

Indiretamente significa... obter prazer através do prazer de outra pessoa

and it was a bit of relief to have a break from Lou's misery. Being around someone that depressed is a bit of a drain. You might feel sorry for them, but you can't help wanting to tell them to pull themselves together too.

Before you judge me, make sure you're perfect.

Es agotador estar junto a alguien tan deprimido. Aunque la compadezca, es inevitable sentir la sensación de decirle que se espabile.

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.

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. • ANNA SEWELL, Black

They said I should teach her a lesson. I never got it, not even in the first flush of anger, when I thought she had pretty much stomped all over my heart. You beat a horse and you can break it all right. You can make it submit. But it'll never forget. And it sure as hell won't care for you. So if I wouldn't do it to a horse, I could never work out why I should do it to a human.

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

And what we learn through sharing our memories and our sadness and our little victories with one another is that it's okay to feel sad. Or lost. Or angry. It's okay to feel a whole host of things that other people might not understand, and often for a long time. Everyone has his or her own journey. We don't judge.

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. Will

Good things happen to good people.

He was rapt, suddenly unself-conscious. 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?

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

He can't bear it. I've sat there with him and there is nothing I can say to the guy, nothing that is going to make it any better. He's been dealt the shittiest hand of cards you can imagine.

Be kind to yourself. You're only human.

I had made it as far as the door when he spoke. "I heard you." My hand was outstretched, ready to open the door. I turned. "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 center, his reason for staying. I saw that I could be enough.

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

It was always the kindness that would kill you.

Seeing what she has suffered has made me realize that everyone deserves a second chance, especially if someone out there is willing to give them one, in spite of what they carry with them.

You know... it's fine to be sad. Really. You're allowed to be sad about losing someone you love'... 'Losing someone you love is... it's actually unbearable. I do understand that.