Quotes About Compassion

Feel free to kiss it better.

Love is patient, love is kind." She smiled. "Love means oral sex without the pressure to reciprocate.

Lily, the next time you tell me you don't know what to do with family. Because you know exactly. It's about loyalty and kindness and unconditional love, and you are more than capable of all that.

Love was about showing up. Love was about being there for the people in your life during their darkest moments and doing your best to understand and support those people through whatever course their life took. Without judgment.

But the thing was, love wasn't in the bouquet of flowers or the romantic, candle-lit dinners. It was in the everyday stuff, like knowing when your person was tired and needed help, understanding what made them tick, what to do to soothe and comfort.

Everyone needs something else once in a while. There's no shame in that.

You might be fearless," he whispered. "You might be independent, but on the inside you're just as in need of love as the rest of us.

Not despised. Despised is a little strong. It implies that I'd unplug your life support to charge my iPhone, so I save that word for things like chia seeds, infomercials, and slow walkers in the aisles of the grocery store.

An injured dog, a sick kitten, a horse in labor, it didn't matter... Dell gave his heart and soul, and in less time than it took humans to shake hands, an animal would become part of Dell's pack for life.

That's the second time you've said you're hard to love and it's one hundred percent wrong. You're not hard to love, Lanie.

sometimes we try so hard to protect those we care about, we end up hurting them. But that doesn't make that love any less real.

with you, Aidan, just as you are, whatever your job is, whatever you do. I just hate that you got hurt—

If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there are men on base.   —Dave Barry

that while maybe his family didn't always understand him, he'd never taken the time to understand them either.

But there were some things I believed in. Some things I had faith in. And faith isn't about perfect attendance to services, or how much money you put on the little plate. It isn't about going skyclad to the Holy Rites, or meditating each day upon the divine. Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others - even when there's not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.

But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.

Whatever you do, do it for love. If you keep to that, your path will never wander so far from the light that you can never return.

Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop. I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, The only people who never hurt are dead. The light died out of her eyes, her breath slowing. She whispered, barely audible, I don't understand. I answered, I don't either. A tear slid from her eye and mixed with the blood. Then she died.

Being a wizard gives you more power than most, but it doesn't change your heart. We're all human. We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

We're always disappointed when we find out someone else has human limits, the same as we do. It's stupid for us to feel that way, and we really ought to know better, but that doesn't seem to slow us down.

Well, I never been to much school, you understand, but it seems to me that you're assuming something you shouldn't assume... that God sees the world like you do; one thing at a time, from just one spot. Seems to me that he's supposed to be everywhere, know everything. ...Think about that; he knows what you're feeling, how you're hurting. Feels my pain, your pain like it was his own. Hell son, the question isn't how God could care about just one person; question is, how could he not?

Life is easier when you can write off others as monsters, demon, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared the thing is you can't do that without becoming them, just a little.

You wouldn't be twisting yourself into knots like this, Harry, if you didn't care. So? Monsters don't care, Michael said. The damned don't care, Harry. The only way to go beyond redemption is to choose to take yourself there. The only way to do it is to stop caring.

It doesn't make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It's what you do with it that matters.