Quotes About Compassion

was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.

She knew Miles didn't understand. Last night he'd made that sound—that sigh of desperation or despair—when she couldn't change into a nightgown. He didn't understand how fragile she felt. If she lifted her arms, they might break off.

Here and now, I can do something that will make a difference in someone's life, and perhaps that—the simple act of helping someone else—will help me in my own.

and it reminds me how fragile we all are, how easily we can wound one another, especially when love is involved.

Jack says I am a warrior and, while I don't believe it, I know this: A warrior believes in an end she can't see and fights for it. A warrior never gives up. A warrior fights for those weaker than herself. It sounds like motherhood to me.

That was the thing about her dad: he might be moody and sharp-tempered, even a little scary sometimes, but that was just because he felt things like love and loss and disappointment so keenly.

She wouldn't have understood how dark a side love could have, how hiding it was the kindest thing you could do sometimes.

You shine a light on hard times. This is what your pictures do. You do not let people look away from that which hurts.

Love. It was the beginning and the end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between. It didn't matter that she was broken and ugly and sick. He loved her and she loved him. All her life she had waited--longed for--people to love her, but now she saw what really mattered. She had known love, been blessed by it.

of a nation ill-housed, ill-clad, ill-nourished.… The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little. —FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT

The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little. —FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT

She knew now that no one could be neutral - not anymore - and as afraid as she was of risking Sophie's life, she was suddenly more afraid of letting her daughter grow up in a world where good people did nothing to stop evil, where a good woman could turn her back on a friend in need.

Ask for help when you need it, and give help when you can. I think that is how we serve God—and each other and ourselves—

one in charge," Mother said gently. "Ask for help when you need it, and give help when you can. I think that is how we serve God—and each other and ourselves—in times as dark as these.

You understand. I know you do. Your people are starving, dying. Thousands are homeless. They can't make enough money picking to survive. Help me convince them to strike for better wages. They'll listen to you.

see one-third of a nation ill-housed, ill-clad, ill-nourished.… The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little. —FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT

and you don't stop loving a person when they're hurt. You get stronger so they can lean on you. He needs me. Us.

But love has to be stronger than hate, or there is not future for us.

The only way we will survive is by being kind. The only way we can get by in this world is through the help we receive from others. No one can do it alone, no matter how great the machines are.

One of the fundamental truths of psychiatry was that sometimes you had to leave a patient who needed you. She

They call you names because they don't want to think of you as like them.

Not monsters; just boys, really.

hadn't known until right then how much difference a friend could make. How one person could lift your spirit just enough to keep you upright.

We have to try to save him or we are as bad as they are," she