Quotes About Compassion

Tears swam in her sky blue eyes and his heart squeezed down like a vise. It took every ounce of discipline he possessed not to press his palm over his chest. "Damn it," he swore at her between clenched teeth. "Stop with the tears." She had to stop. He felt a little desperate. -Airiana & Maxim

A woman, young, full of life and laughter, a human with a psychic connection to him. A human filled with compassion, intellect, and strength. Death and damnation could wait another day while he satisfied his curiosity.

He wanted Shylah to see past his physical appearance to 'him'. He needed her to care who he was.

She didn't think she had anything to offer him. He got that. She had no money, no family, nothing at all in her eyes. Yet she gave him this magnificent gift - her and her trust, when she had no reason to trust anyone, least of all him.

You're a good man, Vittorio. No matter what, you're a good man.

If you need to talk about your childhood, you're safe with me. If you need to break into a million pieces, I'm right here, Lev. I'll find them all, I'm good at details, and I'll put you back together. You're safe here." - Rikki to Levi

Then she became aware of a deep sadness in Emmanuelle and she found herself growing protective of Taviano's sister for no reason she really understood other than she seemed very sad at times.

You hurt me, Mikhail, really hurt me." "I know, little one, I am sorry. Please forgive me." A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Is it really that easy?" His thumb erased a tear trickling down her face. "No, but it is all I have to give you at this moment.

Why do you fear me, Raven? You have seen me at my worst, as a killer, a dispenser of justice for our people." His thumbs stroked her nipples, a slow, erotic brush that sent liquid heat curling through her. "Do you believe I am evil? Touch my mind, little one. It is impossible for me to hide anything from you. I never concealed my true nature from you. You looked upon me once with the eyes of compassion and love. Of acceptance. Has that all been forgotten?

You loved a person for who they were, not what you wanted them to become.

How many more children do you think I'll be able to handle?" Blythe asked, her voice infused with a mixture of laughter, genuine puzzlement and a touch of exasperation. Alena and Steele looked at each other. They looked at Darby. Then Lana. All of them shrugged at the same time. It was Steele who answered. "Any number, Blythe. However many need you.

In his entire life he'd never had the inclination to gather a woman up, cradle her against his chest and rock her just to soothe her—until now. -Maxim's thoughts

Mikhail's fingers brushed her cheek tenderly. It was so like her to have compassion for a man whose entire being was bent on murdering them.

Can you realize what success for me will mean to literally thousands of people? For I am not alone in this affliction. It may mean new hope and life to so many people. I think we (the doctors and I) are fighting this the right way--make the body fit the soul, rather than vice versa. For me, it is the heart, the look in the eyes, tone of voice, and the way one thinks that makes the real person.

Stories have the ability to take us inside all kinds of life.

And this is true of all terrible crimes; it's the victims who must be respected and honoured, not the murderers

The South Koreans are better educated than the English. The Swedish are happier. The Germans are more compassionate. The Azerbaijanis are more literate. Brunei has cleaner air. Latvia has faster broadband. Everywhere has a better climate. And yet for some astonishing reason you still act as if you matter. Why is that, do you suppose? Ah, yes, empire. You lost yours over a century ago. The Americans are only just losing theirs and that's not going down so well, either.

All my life, when children have asked me for money, I've told them to fuck right off. But you've taught me that there's a positive side to charity. Thank you.

he wasn't going to grow up to be his father. Charlie never wanted to make anyone feel the way he felt right now.

You should be nicer to him,' a schoolmate had once said to me of some awfully ill-favored boy. 'He has no friends.' This, I realized with a pang of pity that I can still remember, was only true as long as everybody agreed to it.

Until you have done something for humanity," wrote the great American educator Horace Mann, "you should be ashamed to die.

There but for the grace of God,' said John Bradford in the sixteenth century, on seeing wretches led to execution, 'go I.' What this apparently compassionate observation really means--not that it really 'means' anything--is, 'There by the grace of God goes someone else.

As the cleansing ocean closes over bin Laden's carcass, may the earth lie lightly on the countless graves of those he sentenced without compunction to be burned alive or dismembered in the street.

It is a terrible thing to feel sorry for one's mother or indeed father. And it's an additionally awful thing to feel this and to know the impotence of the adolescent to do anything at all about it. Worse still, perhaps, is the selfish consolation that it isn't really one's job to rear one's parents.