Quotes About Compassion

I think as mothers we are all just trying our best.

Mothers need mothers. Let's be there for one another.

Most mothers think they are bad mothers. We all make terrible mistakes, often, and always think we're getting it wrong.

There is good and there is bad, and then there are mothers.

Women without children can help mothers, and we can just be all in this together.

When someone else is injured, they are the ones who motivate you. It's not just for yourself - it's for them.

Through the gospel of Jesus Christ, I am motivated to be a better person.

There's nothing self-serving about what motivated me to bring 'Schindler's List' to the screen.

My films are motivated by a keen interest in highlighting issues that affect marginalized populations who are caught in difficult circumstances.

Showing that you consistently have their best interests at heart not only motivates your people to do their best work; it also builds goodwill that you may need to draw on when the going gets tough and you have to lean on one another to find the horizon.

What motivates me is connecting with people and making everybody feel loved.

My faith motivates me to really try to work on behalf of and advocate for those who are least able to advocate for themselves.

It's motivating to think that you, as one person, can make a world of difference in someone else's life.

If there is something that determines my motivation in the work I do, it's the sense of injustice.

There are people who do everything for a calculative political motive. My only motive is a human motive.

Assuming ill motives almost instantly cuts us off from truly understanding why someone does and believes as they do.

He who does not want to understand the Other has no right to say that what the Other does or says makes no sense.

Scientific knowledge does not contain within itself directions for its humanitarian use.

Anyone who seeks to help others—whether by means of religion or by means of medicine—must eschew the use of force.

Seeing the poor as one vast homogenous mass, we overlook that saving ten children from a painful death by hunger does make a real difference, all the difference for these children, and that this difference is quite significant even when many other children remain hungry.

But it was many years before he could understand that that sensitive and feminine person, bound to him by the secret and terrible bonds of his own dishonor, had in him nothing perverse, nothing unnatural, nothing degenerate. He was as much like a woman as a man. That was all. There is no place among the Boy Scouts for the androgyne—it must go to Parnassus.

And as they sat there more quietly now, swarming pity rose in them—not for themselves, but for each other, and for the waste, the confusion, the groping accident of life.

She seized his hand almost gratefully and laid her white face, still twisted with her grief, against his shoulder. It was the gesture of a child: a gesture that asked for love, pity, and tenderness. It tore up great roots in him, bloodily.

Who hears the fishes when they cry?