Quotes About Compassion

You will inevitably hurt your partner, your parents, your children, your closest friend—and they will hurt you—because if you sign up for intimacy, getting hurt is part of the deal.

You're going to have to feel pain—everyone feels pain at times—but you don't have to suffer so much.

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A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves. —Simone Well

We do not want to comprehend that people may and do die of emotional pain, or to recognize the terror in ourselves when we cannot seem to help someone in despair -- when our words are empty.

Just like children, emotions heal when they are heard and validated.

When we are being compassionate, we consider another's circumstance with love rather than judgement... To be compassionate is to move into the right here, right now with an open heart consciousness and a willingness to be supportive.

I know it can be very uncomfortable for a healthy person to try to communicate with someone who has had a stroke, but I needed my visitors to bring me their positive energy. Since conversation is obviously out of the question, I appreciated when people came in for just a few minutes, took my hands in theirs, and shared softly and slowly how they were doing, what they were thinking, and how they believed in my ability to recover.

Yelling louder does not help me understand you any better! Don't be afraid of me. Come closer to me. Bring me your gentle spirit. Speak more slowly. Enunciate more clearly. Again! Please, try again. S-l-o-w down. Be kind to me. Be a safe place for me. See that I am a wounded animal, not a stupid animal. I am vulnerable and confused. Whatever my age, whatever my credentials, reach for me. Respect me. I am in here. Come find me.

The most important thing she'd learned over the years was that there was no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.

What good was beauty with no one to share it? Alone, beauty was almost cruel.

Therefore we feel it is important that our children be taught this simple tenet: Hate people on an individual basis only—you must actually get to know someone at least slightly before you can properly hate him or her.

Likewise, she will know that if I start watching reality TV, quoting Dr. Phil, riding roller coasters, and seem to have forsaken bacon in favor of anything soy—it's time to Get the Pillow. That's what—well, I can't tell you who but she's a nurse—says they all say when they've got a particularly cantankerous patient on their wing.

we must be tolerant with ourselves and allow ourselves some deviations from the straight line we set up to follow. Even more we must allow others the same prerogative.

One Half of the World does not know how the other Half lives," Franklin once wrote. His sister is his other Half.

Grief made you selfish; engulfed as you were in your own pain, it was hard to remember the others were suffering too.

I'm going to do better than that.' An adrenalin rush of determination accompanied her words. 'I'm going to find out why he is the way he is, and make his life better.

Make their exits as gentle and loving as possible...Tell them how good it will be, even if you don't believe it yourself. You're southern, you know how to do that.

My mom told me that I should trust the man who could see the sorrow behind my smile, the love behind my anger, and the reasons behind my silence.

How about we give each other everything we can and not blame each other for what we can't.

Mallory dropped her head to the steering wheel. Look, I'm mad at you, okay? This isn't about me. I know my painful memories are relative. My life is good. I'm lucky. This isn't about how poor little Mallory has had it so hard. I'm not falling apart or anything. He stroked a hand down her back. Of course you're not. You're just holding the steering wheel up with your head for a minute, that's all.

He had three incision sites: one where the microscopic camera had gone in and two where they'd done the actual work, and the abuse he'd taken today went straight to her heart. "Oh, Pace." "I'm guessing that wasn't an 'Oh, Pace, you're so sexy, take me.'

You'll be great, Cole said, patting her shoulder. He took one last look at Sam's face. Whatever he saw there made him smile. But maybe you should go a little easy on him; he's had it tough. She looked at Sam's face, too. Rough as in dating gorgeous blondes named Selena who yell at you in the alley, or rough as in getting to go boating all day long for a living? Cole tossed back his head and laughed. You get a raise for that. I'll tell our accountant. He turned to Sam again. Give her a raise.

It's okay to be stupid in love, she assured him, patting him like he was a little boy instead of a full-grown man who was a head and a half taller than her. Once....