Quotes About Compassion

Love is patient, love is kind.

If she remember right, people who had a God didn't seem to hold to drinking' an' beating' their women. With a little luck maybe she wouldn't have to put up with that anyway.

Love has no form, no color and is certainly not prejudice or judgmental.

When you love someone, you often surprise yourself with the kind of forbearance you can show in the face of total exasperation.

No gimmicks, only agape.

When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself, is that what love is?

Love boldly.Love boundlessly.Love benevolently.Love blessedly.

Kindness is a rose, love is a bundle.

Love isn't making others into the people we imagine they should be. It's about letting people be themselves

We are Love. We are lovable. We are loved. We Love.

I kiss your heart because those before me have scarred it.

Love is the highest moral standard.

Love defines a peaceful world.

Love deeply without any fear of being hurt.

I could not pity her, for I knew now what had become of her child, and she was better dead.

I want you to bear something in mind through all this dreadful time. I know that you must fight—that you must destroy ... but it is not a work of hate.

And, my good friend John, let me caution you. You deal with the madmen. All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.

for, though sympathy can't alter facts, it can make them more bearable.

I must not wish you no pain, for that can never be, but I do hope you will be always as happy as I am now" Excerpt From: Stoker, Bram. "Dracula." iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright. Check out this book on the iBookstore: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/drac...

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I pity your poor bleeding heart