Quotes About Compassion

I'm sorry, Butch croaked. Oh God, I'm so sorry... V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. It's okay, He said roughly. It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing...

I'll cab it home. Naw. I'll hang until you're through. Then I'll drag you back to your apartment. Watch you throw up for an hour. Push you into bed. Before I leave I'll get the coffee machine set up. Aspirin will be right next to the sugar bowl. I don't have a sugar bowl. So it'll be next to the bag. Butch smiled. You'd have made a great wife, Jose. That's what mine tells me.

Do not kill him. That shit would totally bum Jane out.

Vishous: ...we both would slaughter anything that so much as startled you. Jane: I'm scared of mice and spiders. But you don't need to use that gun on your hip to blow a hole in a wall if I ran into one, okay? Havaheart traps and rolled newspapers work just as well. Plus, you don't need a Sheetrock patch and plaster job afterward. I'm just saying.

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.

I always root for the monster.

Hey V said into the darkness. Hey V went forward, rounding the foot of the bed, using the wall to navigate. Lowering his ass onto the mattress, he sat beside his best friend.

That's so sweet." He sighed again. "Jeez, I feel sorry for Bits, though." Mary lifted her head again. "Why?" "BECAUSE SHE IS NEVER DATING—" "Rhage, seriously. You gotta give that a rest. . . .

I judge you not by the sex of whom you love... but by how you love them. -Layla, page 306

There was no reply. So Z glanced over again - just as a tear slide down Phury's cheek. Ah...fuck, Z muttered. Yeah. Pretty much. Another tear rolled out of Phury's eye. God...damn. I'm leaking. Okay, brace yourself. Phury scrubbed his face with his palms. Why? Because... I think I'm going to try to hug you.

Life didn't have to be perfect . . . for true love to exist in it. *

I don't believe I'm better than anyone else. With beating hearts and open minds, we are all the same.

As Luchas looked over, those perfectly matched eyes met Qhuinn's fucked-up ones, and the connection was there: They had both been through hell, and that lock step was more powerful than the common DNA they shared.

With the supplies gathered, he went over to the stainless-steel sink and pressed the foot pedal to get the water running. While he washed his hands, he said quietly, If I could, I would. Excuse me? Qhuinn pumped some suds into his palms and scrubbed all the way up his forearms. Which was overkill, but if Blay wanted him superclean, then that was what he was going to be. If I could love a guy like that, it would be you.

When I picked up the bird and felt its light weight in my hands, I realized that carelessness was a form of cruelty. See, I'd always told myself that because I meant no harm, anything that happened wasn't my fault. At that moment, though, I knew I was wrong. If I hadn't given the female my gun, the bird wouldn't have been shot. I was responsible even though I didn't pull the trigger.

Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others. And yes, that was uncharitable—but that was why it was good that inner thoughts were things one shared only with oneself.

He hung up and looked at Rhage. "Hate this," the brother said. "I know." Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire's face. "We're going to get you home." "Didn't like seeing you shot." Wrath smiled softly. "Clearly.

You're so beautiful." "I'm still covered," she moaned. "But it doesn't matter what you look like." He lifted his head and stared at her. "The details of size and shape don't matter to me. The fact that it is you…that is what makes it beautiful to me.

They sat side by side in silence—because sometimes that was all you could do for someone you loved: There were paths that had to be walked alone. And that just sucked.

After all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate. No matter what your skin color was or how much money you had, whether you were gay or straight, or an atheist or a true believer, from where she stood, everyone was equal. And loved by someone, somewhere.

We don't get to pick who we fall for…you were not wrong in loving him, true? That part, no one can blame you for…and you've suffered enough. He

In all the time they'd known the guy, iAm had never paid any particular attention to the females. Or the males. Personally, Rhage had always thought the poor bastard was suffering from Phury Syndrome—a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him.

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest. I don't care who you are mated to, or whether they have blond hair or black hair, blue or green eyes, male or female parts—as long as you are happy, that's all I worry about. I want for you what you want for yourself. I love you, Blaylock—I love you.