Quotes About Compassion

In every one of us there are good seeds and bad. We have the seed of brotherhood, love, compassion, insight. But we have also the seed of anger, hate, dissent.

Human beings are innately loving beings. When we fail to love, it is because an element of ignorance has intruded into our experience, submerging our natural impulse to love.

I would love to have the ability to see inside everyone's heart before I heard them speak or even saw their faces.

While wounds can be inflicted easily upon those we love, it's often much more difficult to heal them.

So it's not about what you do. It can't be, can it? It has to be about how you are, how you love, how you treat yourself and those around you, and that's where I get eaten up.

Neither love without knowledge, nor knowledge without love can produce a good life.

Everybody has a heart. Except some people.

Concern might be a little like love.

I was also told that there is no greater prayer than that of a mother for her children. These are the purest prayers because of their intense desire and, at times, sense of desperation. A mother has the ability to give her heart to her children and to implore mightily before God for them.

I knew that anything we do to show love is worthwhile: a smile, a word of encouragement, a small act of sacrifice. We grow by these actions.

If you are picking a bunch of mixed flowers, and if you happen to see, over in a corner, a small, sad, neglected-looking pink or paeony that is all by itself and has obviously never had a chance in life, you have not the heart to pass it by, to leave it to mourn alone, while the night comes on. You have to go back and pick it, very carefully, and put it in the centre of the bunch among its fair companions, in the place of honour.

She would not have hurt the old man's feelings for anything in the world.

She expected the class to laugh, but instead they listened in silent sympathy.

Ralph really felt sorry for the boy, hampered as he was by his youth and his mother.

Miss Binney was not like most grown-ups. Miss Binney understood.

Daisy picked up the large, limp cat that was almost too heavy for her. "This is Clawed," she said. "C-l-a-w-e-d," she spelled. "Not like a man's name. My brother named him Clawed because he had been clawed by another cat when he found him hiding in a gutter. Daddy says he hopes Jeremy never finds a wounded skunk.

No family is perfect. Get that idea out of your head. And nobody is perfect either. All we can do is work at it. And we do.

you can't put that boy and his dog off in the rain.

Mrs. Quimby pushed her chair farther from the table and glanced at her watch. All eyes were on her. "Shall I call the doctor?" asked Mr. Quimby. "Please," said Mrs. Quimby as she rose from the table, hugged Algie, and breathed, "Oo-oo.

Mrs. Quimby looked amused, which Ramona found pleasant, not like bring laughed at.

Ramona understood what Beezus meant, because she felt sad too, and her stomach felt tight when her father came home tired and discouraged after a day in the checkout line. People were in a hurry, many were cross because the line was long, and some customers acted as if he were to blame because prices were so high.

A girl shouldn't hold a baked stuffed onion against a boy forever.

Matt was the only adult who understood Ralph. "Yes, sir, that mouse is a mouse in a million," he often told himself.

It is only when we feel deprived that we resent giving to others. Self-care does not mean you stop caring about others; it just means you start caring more about you. Start thinking about yourself more and others less. Since you have a choice between taking care of someone else, or giving to yourself, try choosing yourself sometimes.