Quotes About Compassion

Malevolence, like love, needs few words.

Dünya'n?n hiçbir yerinde uluslar sevgiyle yönetilmezler ...y?ld?zlar, ÅŸimdi y?ld?zlar sevgiyle yönetiliyor.

You'll see. She can be nice sometimes.

when the thrill of his body fades or changes, and the difficulties of pledging yourself to only one person surface, kindness will be the balm that soothes the wounds of life.

dont be an ass-hat!!

Mercy is stronger than your sword.

I have tried to live my life by: I cannot control others. I can only control myself and my reactions to others. And when all else fails, I choose kindness. I show compassion. Then, if I have made poor choices, I have at least not damaged my spirit.

True love wasn't found in good hair or the right clothes, make-up or shoes. True love was found in the soul - as was wisdom and compassion

I've found that the way a person feels about cats—and the way they feel about him or her in return—is usually an excellent gauge by which to measure a person's character.

I was blinking back freaked-out tears when Rephaim whispered my name. I looked over at him. He smiled and mouthed two small words: people change.

for when the thrill of his body fades or changes, and the difficulties of pledging yourself to only one person surface, kindness will be the balm that soothes the wounds of life.

I cannot control others. I can only control myself and my reactions to others. And when all else fails, I choose kindness. I show compassion. Then, if I have made poor choices, I have at least not damaged my spirit.

He tried to formulate the words that might make her understand—might make her forgive him.

People who are filled with hate don't know how to handle love.

if the goddes can forgive her, can't we? I think there's a big difference between forgiving her and makin her into something she wasn't just because she's dead

I've found that he way a person feels about cats-and the way they feel about him or her in return-is usually an excellent gauge by which to measure a person's character

the supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons

He picked up one of the dead bats and covered it with his handkerchief. 'Somebody's mother,' he murmured reverently.

In his normal state he would not strike a lamb. I've known him to do it' 'Do what?' 'Not strike lambs

She was at the valiant age when we burn to right wrongs and succour the oppressed

Gussie and I, as I say, had rather lost touch, but all the same I was exercised about the poor fish, as I am about all my pals, close or distant, who find themselves treading upon Life's banana skins.

Did you ever tread on your partner's dress at a dance - I'm speaking now of the days when women wore dresses long enough to be trodden on - and hear it rip and see her smile at you like an angel and say, Please don't apologise. It's nothing, and then suddenly meet her clear blue eyes and feel as if you had stepped on the teeth of a rake and had the handle jump up and hit you in the face?

Now look here, old friend, I said. I know your bally heart is broken and all that, and at some future time I shall be delighted to hear all about it, but - I didn't come to talk about that. No? Good egg! The past, said young Bingo, is dead. Let us say no more about it. Right-o! I have been wounded to the very depths of my soul, but don't speak about it. I won't. Ignore it. Forget it. Absolutely! I hadn't seen him so dashed reasonable for days.

You know, with the most charitable feelings towards him, there are moments when you can't help thinking that young Bingo ought to be in some sort of a home.