Quotes About Compassion

Whenever we said 'they,' Mama told us to name two." Claudette divides the lump of cheese, handing half to Albert. "Mama said if you can't name two actual real people, then you're just being prejudiced. So name two peasants who hate us.

Matthew ten, verse twenty-nine," Vincenzo Giuliani said quietly. " 'Not one sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it.' " "But the sparrow still falls," Felipe said.

We meant well, she thought, looking up at a sky piled with cumulus clouds turning amethyst and indigo above the clearing. No one was deliberately evil. We all did the best we could. Even so, what a mess we made of everything Ã¢â'¬Â¦

hope you know how much he appreciates your care," Alex told the Earps. "For I was sick, and you came to me," Wyatt said. "Nah," Morgan said. "It was selfishness." Wyatt and Alex were both surprised, but Morgan just shrugged. "Doc doesn't have any brothers," he told Alex. "So we took him for our own.

Knowing things about people is not the same as understanding them

The strain of a long illness will exhaust the most compassionate.

There was a real sweetness to that man: a special sort of gentleness that you see sometimes in people who've been hurt bad but don't want revenge. [Bessie about James]

On Earth, her son would have been a tragedy, but here in the forest, protected by the watchful gaze of a hundred fathers, all the children were safe, damaged or whole, quick or halt. No one was discarded as too broken or too odd. Imperfection was permitted in Trucha Sai, the only place on Rakhat where this was so. The Runa asked nothing of Isaac. They did not judge him and find him wanting.

Mama said if you can't name two actual real people, then you're just being prejudiced. So name two peasants who hate us.

I wanted to leap up and defend her, perhaps throw my arms around her and protect her, but I just sat there like a nincompoop.

But when we feel we are not understood, there is a sense in which we are homeless. And so we must always provide a home of understanding. There will inevitably be times when we do not understand someone's behavior or a certain response, but we can understand the person.

Over days and weeks and months, he helped me feel that I was part of humanity, and not with his kindness alone; it was his silliness, his humor, his dirtiness that rekindled my spirit.

But life can give a lot. If you can't see inside the heart no matter how you look, then why not look? Why not see as much as you can? How is that disrespectful? If you are only given one look, shouldn't you look as fully as you can?

I don't mean you should despise people for being weak, if it's a kind of weakness they can't help. But when they're weak on purpose, it's another thing. When they don't even try. When they let people hurt them and don't fight back. It's gross. It's letting down the whole human race.

Who decides which… deaths are tragic and which are not? Who decides what is big and what is little? Is it a matter of numbers or physical mass or intelligence? If you are a little creature or a little person dying alone and in pain, you may not remember or know that you are little. If you are in enough pain, you may not remember who or what you are; you may know only your suffering, which is immense… What decides – common sense? Can common sense dictate such things?

Of course, not every single person was lonely, but he guessed that she was. She seemed in need of comfort and care, like a stray animal that gets fed by various kindly people but never held.

I don't know who these people are, he said, or why you would care about their opinion. But there is nothing sick or worthless about you. You are a lovely spirit.

Maybe, she thought, this experience would be good. It would probably be improving to focus on the problems of others for a change.

God lends me His heart to love you with. I asked for it when I found my own was too small, and it really holds you, and leaves you room to grow.

Our children begin by loving us; as they grow up they judge us; sometimes they forgive us.

I've been very active in a lot of charities because I firmly believe that much is expected of those to whom much has been given

Bad things are gonna' happen to you, because they happen to us all. And worrying won't stave the really bad things off. Don't make the mistake of comparing your twisted-up insides to other people's blow-dried outsides. Even the most privileged person in this stadium suffers the torments of the damned just going about the business of being human.

If we didn't read people who were bastards, we'd never read anything. Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards.

His silence hadn't been helplessness—it hadn't even been love. It had been pity.