Quotes About Compassion

Poor licklewickle cry-baby buggy-wuggy,' she muttered.

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Am I the worst person in the world??? I've just been so mean to my little stepsister and now she's blubbing away and no one will even tell me off, because I'm the poor, helpless cripple. Why do I have to be so mean?

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Tragedy is so personal, but it doesn't mean it hasn't happened before, to someone, somewhere—it's what helps us to understand and bring solace to others, knowing something of what they feel.

Allow grief room to air itself," Maurice had taught her. "Be judicious in using the body to comfort another, for you may extinguish the freedom that the person feels to be able to share a sadness.

But for Maisie the case notes would not be filed away until those whole lives were touched by her investigation had reached a certain peace with her findings, with themselves, and with one another - as far as that might be possible.

five minutes. Then open your eyes—and your heart—and consider what needs to be done.

the time it took to brush away one tear could mean the difference between saving a soldier or laying him out after death.

Jacqueline Winspear

Grannies to the rescue.

As friends they knew each other's history, knew the twists and turns that had brought them to this place in the world. And they understood each other's fears and frailties; nothing had to be explained. Now

Maisie placed her hands together in front of her face, just touching her nose, as if in prayer. "Let me ask you another question. What value do you place on your marriage?" "What sort of question is that?" "A question to be answered, if I am to take on this investigation." "A high value. Vows are meant to be honored." "And what value do you place on understanding, compassion, forgiveness?

May I not sit in judgment. May I be open to hearing and accepting the truth of what I am told. May my decisions be for the good of all concerned. May my work bring peace. . . .

Sometimes she thought she could see that good heart beating, and realized that more often now she looked for goodness in a person, sought it out and found it comforting.

What kind of a country are we livin' in, eh? Where there's people feelin' pain in their bellies where food should be, and widows left wantin'—and little children dyin' for need of the hospital.

Look at the world beyond your immediate emotion, the immediate fury of inequality. Choose your battles, Billy.

Children, Maisie believed, could often only see their world in black and white, never shades of gray—which meant the hard-found forgiveness that provides respite from the dark melancholy of blame might never lift from the soul of a wounded child.