Quotes About Compassion

Because nothing wondrous can come in this world unless it rests on the shoulders of kindness.

There are some who'd hardly lift a finger for kindness, but they would haul up a load of rock to dump on some soul they think's been too lucky.

Sympathizing over the behavior of men is the baking soda of women's friendships, it seems,the thing that makes them bubble and rise.

Be sweet and carry a sharp knife, was her motto.

Mother, you can still hold hold on but forgive, forgive and give for long as long as we both shall live, I forgive you, Mother.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.

It's monstrous, what one person will do to another.

We both lay back down, and she looked at me in the eyes, and we were sad together for a while. I'll never forget how that felt. Like not being hungry.

God speaks for the silent man.

If trained to nature from an early age, could a mind be freed from its vendetta against the world's creatures?

Alice hands Annawake a handkerchief. Young people never carry them, she's noticed. They haven't yet learned that heartbreak can catch up to you on any given day.

If people really gave it full consideration, I mean, like if you could return a baby after thirty days' examination like one of those Time-Life books, then I figure the entire human species would go extinct in a month's time.

There is no point in treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, There now, hang on, you'll get over it. Sadness is more or less like a head cold—with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

I vow I shall give all my very best books to the underprivileged, once I have read them

Empathy is really the opposite of spiritual meanness. It's the capacity to understand that every war is both won and lost. And that someone else's pain is as meaningful as your own.

We were not made for this killing thing, I swear. Back up. Big mistake.

I would make one of Aunt June as Wonder Nurse, putting a new heart back inside a boy that had his own torn out.

Why does a person spend money on a stamp to spout bile at a stranger?

There's nothing like living as a refugee in one's own country to turn a generous soul into a hard little fist.

And I have no idea how to be kind to myself. Living, as a general enterprise, seems unkind beyond belief.

Good people don't give up on the ones they love.

There but for the grace of serotonin go the rest of us.

What I'm saying is nobody feels sorry for anybody anymore, nobody even pretends they do. Not even the President. It's like it's become unpatriotic.

Mi'ija, in a world as wrong as this one, all we can do is to make things as right as we can.