Quotes About Compassion

I don't have so many friends that I can afford to turn my back on any of them.

All these nice clothes, all these jokes and drinks and food, what good does it do? Tomorrow, folk will be poor and starving and dying with a solder's pike in them, and these people will have another celebration, more nice clothes, more jokes, more gems. The suffering is forgotten or ignored - why sorrow? The war victims aren't our people. And then the wheel turns and suddenly they are our people.

Myles hugged her tightly, taking care not to bump her wounded arm. "You're a good lad, Alan of Trebond," he whispered. "You give an old man hope." "Nonsense," Alanna growled, pleased and embarrassed by the unexpected praise. "You aren't that old. And I'm not that good a lad.

They are sparkly," Nawat said. "The griffins shed them. I thought if I brought you a present that was made of discarded things, no one would punish you for having them.

What good is magic, if you can't use it to help people?

So, you learned you can't beat everything. So you learned your human. How sad.

You've learned to hate. Now you must learn to forgive, or you'll have enemies at your back forever. He looked my straight in the eyes. That will be hard. The harder the goal, the more important it is, I said.

Flat or round, there has always been hate in the world.

I loved him, just for a minute. I loved him and I grieved for him and my pity was part of the beauty, before the shame began.

Cornelia, closest to both of them, felt an almost indescribable pang, somewhere between arousal and astonishment, envy, compassion, and sorrow. Their combined aura was such that to be near them was both fatally desirable and unendurable to a spectator. Like two blazing candles, catching fire and melting into each other, the composite heat and brilliance might scorch anyone in the vicinity.

Not everyone can be equal in wealth, but no one should have to starve.

Wounded healers need bandages themselves. You can't save anyone if you bleed to death.

He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat.

It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn't have any underwear, and for the first time, he felt bad about it. Real bad. He wanted to protect her, make her feel secure, keep her from harm—and all he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up.

She could not leave him hanging like this. "If you were hurt, I need to know." It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook.

Spending the next nine hours with a crying woman wal real close to the top of his Avoid at All Costs list right under untimely death and a desk job.

The more you look into and understand yourself, the less judgmental you become towards others.

Deeply, simply: he who cannot love cannot understand.

This will wreck you! Today, treat everyone you meet as if they're going to be dead by midnight. extend all the kindness and understanding you can, and do it with no thought of any reward.

The physical power of real love is staggering, because real forgiveness is staggering...

Love? You have no understanding that to love is to give, not to take.

Let go of your right to take offense at all that ever threatened you and all that threatens you still. Release the fear your understanding shows you in this storm. Turn even the other cheek.

All fear springs from an aversion to being threatened or wronged on some level. And yet it is written that true love holds no record of wrong.

didn't say pardon. I said forgive. When I say forgive, I mean to see no fault or offense in the troubled sea. Let go of even the thought that it threatens you or has offended you. See it as innocent. Offer it no blame or defense. Stand tall and offer it, instead, your other cheek, no longer offended.