Quotes About Compassion

Her arms quiver from holding the bowl. She must truly love him to hold that bowl for so very long. There must be something isdeof him that is worthy of that kindness

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself,

Let's face it, the world has issues. Big issues like sex slaves and genocide, racism, poverty, homophobia and wars, religious conflicts and environmental disasters—but the world is also worth saving because it has writers like Foucault and people like Issie and Grandma Betty. I know it's not all cuddly puppies and rainbows and ice-cream sundaes, but it needs a chance, as many chances as it can get to survive.

Booker T. once said, "I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.

we should expect the best in people.

Nurses are the hospitality of the hospital.

Love keeps no record of wrongs . . . It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." 1 CORINTHIANS 13:5,7

Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.

All right. I'll bite. Here's what I think, with the caveat that I may be wrong. I think we're here to make the world a better place than we found it. I think we don't always deserve the cards we're dealt, good or bad. But we are judged by how we play the cards we're dealt. Those of us with a bum deal that makes it harder to do good -- we just have to work a little more is all. There's no destiny. There's just muddling through without doing to much damage.

It's weird, I never wish anything bad upon anybody, except two or three old girlfriends.

The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.

I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.

That's how we're connected: through the hurt we inflict on one another.

Perhaps the greatest thing you can achieve is to love without demanding anything in return.

That sounds silly, doesn't it? Running away just because you don't want to hurt somebody's feelings? But did you ever think how much of our lives we spend,dodging and twisting and making things difficult for ourselves, to avoid hurting somebody's feelings. Even people with absolutely no claim on us?

We usually judge people by our own reactions fears, and desires. We do not see them as separate people . . . but as part of ourselves and our lives. We attribute to them motives which we would have in the same circumstances.

She is not wearied with our littleness; her smile comes down to us like a benediction through the sea of flickering candles, and she blesses our wild flowers withering at her feet. For each one of us is "another Christ"; each one, to Mary, is her only child. It is therefore not tedious to her to hear the trifles that we tell her, to look at the bruises that we bring to her, and seeing our wound of sin, to heal it.

From the moment when Christ told Our Lady to see Him, her son, in John, she saw Christ in all Christians. She took her only son to her heart in all men born. She saw now but one Man abiding in mankind.

The voice from the Cross speaks in the desert, in the hospital, from the open seas, from every place where young men are giving their lives. Mary hears the voice of her son in all these voices, and they echo her fiat.

Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.

If there's a thing I've learned in my life it's to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don't