Quotes About Compassion

But I must forgive him. Why? Because we are told to love our enemies. Besides, until I forgive him, (said Mordecai, tapping his black-robed stomach), I carry him here, within me. And that is a terrible thing.

He tried to be a good man, to do the right things, to make the world a little better than it had been before he had put his stamp upon it. You could be generous with the love you gave, with the care you took with others. You could follow all the command- ments that made sense to you and still the world could sideswipe you. There was no cause and effect. There was no karma. The truth was that he wasn't so sure he understood how the world worked anymore.

Always remember," she had told him. "When you're grown up, I want you to take your girlfriend, or your wife, or boyfriend—whoever it is you love—and you make sure they know you so well they can read your mind. You don't even have to tell them what you need, because they already know it. If they don't—well, it isn't love.

You could love many people in your life. Maybe love didn't die even when a person did, but that didn't mean there might not be room for someone else in your heart.

She was glad that she had not let on to Lonzo how she felt; a woman has business to be as strong as a man. No, a woman has to be stronger than a man. A man don't mind laying the ax between a calf's eyes; a woman does mind, and has to stand by and watch it done. A man fathers a little un, but a woman feels it shove up against her heart, and beat on her body, and drag on her with its weight. A woman has to be stronger than a man.

she admired the strength and kindness with which he handled his wife's suicide attempts, saying that it taught her that all of life, including the filthy bits, could in some way nourish the human spirit.

Deuteronomy, 'I command you [to protect the refugee] lest innocent blood be shed.

Forgiveness is a mystical act, not a reasonable one.

We are not designed to be critical of others or ourselves; we think ill of others only out of fear.

Forgiveness, quite frankly, is the most selfish thing you can do. Because it is the greatest thing you can do for yourself.

Jim [Henson] had written letters to his five children to be opened only after his death. Brian read from his. Jim wrote, 'Be good to each other. Love and forgive everybody.' I remembered Jim telling me that he never wasted energy on hating anybody; he had too much thinking to do.

I would really be doing something right, perhaps even important, if I was bringing even a little more compassion into the world through Big Bird.

It's humbling to feel so loved that someone don't want to bring you heartache, isn't it?

The letter of the law says, "Let them glean." The spirit of the law says, "Feed them." Two entirely different concepts. Ruth's bold proposal exposes the difference.

The endless, unrelieved suffering of so many who are unable to deliver themselves is a reality we can no longer ignore.

The widow becomes God's Exhibit A to teach the world (and his people in particular) how far we have to go before our thoughts and actions line up with his.

Conflict brings out the leader in us, transforms our lives from the mundane to the cosmic, and by God's grace forges us into more compassionate, selfless leaders.

We begin to become divine by learning to love like the divine loves. And how does the divine love? It loves everyone-including you-freely and without conditions.

The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

People think that what happens to someone else has nothing to do with them. They think that what happens in one place doesn't matter any place else.

Do Americans think of us? So she began as we squatted over the toilets: If you want, I'll tell you, but nothing I say will be enough.

In that short time I'd saved Dahlia House from the developers, found a stray dog that turned out to be a real treasure, obtained the best partner in the world, and been gifted with a horse from my friend Lee McBride.

Other people's judgements are the mosquitoes of being human.

He nodded. A curt movement of his head, and she was, for no reason at all, convinced that the man before her was not in dislike of her but simply a man who did not have words come easily to him because he'd grown up alone. She thought of him as a boy. Lonely here, with no father and no mother to hold him, only the servants for company, and Killhope as an unceasing reminder of the centuries of duty and responsibility that were his. Her heart twisted up.