Quotes About Compassion

My mother had been slicing up the chicken. She took a drumstick and dropped it on the floor. She kicked it around a little, picked it up and put it on the edge of the plate. There, she said, we'll give him this drumstick. Deal.

I wasn't sure anymore what made a good marriage. There had to be love, of course, but there were so many different kinds of love. And clearly, some love was more enduring than others.

You must be a terrible burden to your mother. I am feeling so sorry for her not to have a proper daughter. Mrs. Apusenja - To the Nines

You don't have to be there to be there.

I am just a simple monk. The sun shines on the just and unjust alike. If the sun does not judge, then who am I to do so?

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it.

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it. "I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but there

She's a silly old lady,' my mother said. 'You could be a good Christian and turn the other cheek.' 'I'm a plenty good Christian,' Grandma said, 'but I got it on good authority that God wants me to get Bella for Him.

Death isn't such a big deal when it's happening to someone else.

real nice for him." The corners of

She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.

To them, pain was a country they had heard of, maybe watched a show about on TV, but one whose stamp had not yet been made in their passports.

Who can judge another man's suffering?

How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.

We get all the bad dreams, ese, she said, stroking my wet cheek with the palm of her hand. We got to leave some for somebody else.

One death did not salve another.

I hate people," he said, wiping the urchin's face with the rag. "Animals are more noble. Look at this boy. He's poor and desperate, but can they see it? Can they pity him? No. They should embrace him. They should save their kicks and blows for the bastards who keep them so poor, who set them on each other like dogs.

I don't want things. I just want to feel like someone gives a shit.

She couldn't help but think how Michael would have loved this old man. He loved when people talked to him like this, just regular people. It made him feel human, connected, if someone was comfortable talking to him, saw him as an ordinary man, perhaps he wasn't as estranged from the world as he felt himself to be.

How else can we become reconciled, except one individual at a time? This Jesus you seek did not come to address nations. He washed the wounds of lepers. He dined with sinners. He healed all who came to him. One person at a time.

It can make us stronger, more compassionate, more understanding—more like Jesus—if we allow it to. And the more clutter we get rid of in our life here—the more we will be able to enjoy heaven—when we get there. So, pain can have a purpose.

you of all have the most to forgive." "Ah, and if so," he responded, "I have the most blessing to receive after I've done so.

You didn't have to be a ma and a pa and four kids to be a family. All you needed was people livin' together and lovin' and helpin' one another. That's what made a family—blood-ties and love-bonds.

If anyone deserves the truth, Nanna, a child does. They can accept things, even hurtful things, if they are dealt with honestly, in love