Quotes About Compassion

Por vezes, aqueles que inicialmente parecem ser os nossos piores inimigos acabam por se tornar os nossos maiores amigos.

I think you know, Matthew. You have many corners in your heart.

Hunter, I think I'd better leave you, yes? So you can make peace with your woman." With a grimace, Hunter nodded. "Her heart is laid upon the ground." "Is it me? I will make talk with her." "I don't think it would be safe," he said wryly.

Please," Tom whispered. "There's other gals you can steal. Don't take this one. Let her go home to her family." Breaking off, he licked his lips. "She ain't done you no harm." After a long while, Hunter returned his attention to the fire. "This Comanche does not sell his women. Not even for rifles. She goes with me." "Why this girl?" Hunter tossed a sliver of wood onto the flames. "Another will not do.

Cautiously Hunter asked, "Then what makes your heart sad?" She bit her bottom lip and tipped her head back to stare at the smoke hole. After several seconds she sniffed and said, "You're a man." She looked so forlorn that Hunter had to bite back a smile.

Maybe people truly did have differen corners in their hearts.

Hunter rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He loved the feel of her slender length pressed against him. Running his hands into her hair, he held her face inches above his own so he could search her eyes. It pleased him to see compassion and pity shining there. She was as golden within as she was without.

I'm here if you need an ear. You can count on me." With that, she left the loft. Loretta wrapped her arms around her knees and gazed out the window at the moonlit yard, remembering another night, a lifetime ago, when Hunter had sat astride his black stallion there, his arm lifted to her in a salute, his fisted hand holding her stolen bloomers. How could it be that a Comanche understood the song her heart sang and her own aunt did not?

Catherine Anderson

Catherine Anderson

God gave us tears to wash away the pain. It's okay to cry, even if you're a guy, because there's no shame in loving people and feeling really sad when you lose them. Every tear tells the world how much you cared.

Catherine Anderson

She realized now that there was no good or bad, no right or wrong, just people fighting for their lives. Wonderful people, who lived and loved and laughed.

She has touched me. My hatred for her has gone the way of the wind.

Why? You ever seen those tiny cages they stick cats in? And those

But somewhere, sometime, someone must say, 'Today I will not seek revenge.' Someone has to say, 'We will stop' and mean it, or the bloodshed will go on and on, endless, until we destroy the entire human race.

Her stories do not bring in a realism in which the worst is taken for granted, but a realism in which love, caring and compassion appear, and most certainly hope. 'This type of realism does exist,' Tom Cookson said of her writing. There

Acquire inner peace and a multitude will find their salvation near you.

Writers seldom choose as friends those self-centered characters who are never in trouble, never make mistakes, and always count their change as it is handed to them.

Shut up!" Finn turned, furious. "Look at you both! The only friends I have in this hell and all you can do is fight over me. Do either of you care about me? Not the seer, the fighter, the fool who takes all the risks, but me, Finn?

Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . . " "What is?" "You know. Being liked." I started to cry. I couldn't help it.

Still, I couldn't get over Dad calling those farmers. People might think helping is hard, but really that's the easy part; just look how good it makes people feel. Look how happy all those Red Bend ladies were about chipping in. It's the asking that's so painful. It takes real courage, real strength , to say you're not strong enough to do it alone. Mom must really be hurting for Dad to be so brave.

I could not help but notice that in this regard the book, inanimate though it was, cared more for my welfare than any human in the castle.

When you go from fearing your mother to feeling sorry for her, it usually means you've travelled a long way toward recovery.