Quotes About Compassion

Mami must have caught me studying her because she stopped what she was doing and gave me a smile, maybe her first one of the night. Suddenly I wanted to go over and hug her, for no other reason than I loved her.

with snowballs and I feel Ramón sadden and I know he's thinking about his son and right then I want to put my arm around him, tell him it will be fine. Will you be coming by? Depends on how the work goes.

They only hit you when they care.

In August Rafa quit his job at the carpet factory—I'm too fucking tired, he complained, and some mornings his leg bones hurt so much he couldn't get out of bed right away. The Romans used to shatter these with iron clubs, I told him while I massaged his shins. The pain would kill you instantly. Great, he said. Cheer me up some more, you fucking bastard.

El mundo tiene suficientes tragedias como para que no sea necesario recurrir a las maldiciones en busca de explicación.

They only hit he you, he says, when they care.

The purpose of #wealth is to #heal and not to #hoard. In your selfishness with your wealth you renounce your claim to it.

And I strongly believe people should rescue dogs, or, at the very least, listen to Bob Barker and have your pet spayed or neutered.

Sometimes you have to drown to keep someone else above water.

Don't we all deserve forgiveness? I hope we do; I believe we do. Forgiveness says as much about the character of the person bestowing it as the person receiving it. Learning to forgive may be the most difficult of human acts,and the closest thing to divinity, whatever you decide that is.

It was love, and only love, that opened your eyes.

The story was never the story, and it surprised you, how much another person could carry.

But he'd done far braver things in his life—all his life—not the least of which was warming another man's child against his skin while outside the snow poured down, and loving that child so fiercely she became his own. Your daddy.

Look at me, and what do you see? Do I not take the form of a man? Do I not feel as you do, suffer as you do, love as you do, mourn as you do? What is the essence of a man, if not these things?

he had learned that was the way with most people. The story was never the story, and it surprised you, how much another person could carry.

Auntie had nothing to say to that. Whatever was on this man's mind, it had nothing to do with her. There were times when you couldn't fix what was broken with words, and this looked like one of those times.

He carried her through the smoking ruins, and she saw that he was weeping. Those are God's own tears, Lacey thought, yearning to reach out and touch them. It had never occurred to her that God would cry, but of course that was wrong. God would be crying all the time. He would cry and cry and never stop.

The story was never the the story, and it surprised you, how much another person could carry.

Absolution is not the same as understanding.

It is within this space that revelations come, and mine is this: there's only one thing I can do to help my father now, something I have never done before. I kiss him on the forehead. "I love you," I tell him.

He felt a great love for everything; he would have wrapped the world with his heart if he could.

Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris: "It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery.

But you can only hate somebody for so long." She

he had imparted to her the greatest gift, which was the courage to go on. That's what love is, she told the boy, what love does. I hope someday you love somebody the way that I loved him.