Quotes About Compassion

There are other dogs who need help. Rescue is like a river; it has to keep flowing. Otherwise even more dogs would die.

Sometimes people can't be cheered up, no matter how much attention they get from a dog.

Unbidden, the sadness I'd felt from Senora washed through me, and I wanted to squirm up to her and lick her palms and make her happy again. Of all the things I'd ever done, making Senora laugh seemed the most important. It was, I reflected, the only thing that gave my life any purpose.

Lucy went straight to the pups and gave him a pitying look before she pulled the blanket off with her teeth, settling down heavily. It looked to Josh as if she was lying directly on some of the newborns, but Lucy wiggled and they soon were all nursing again. She lowered her head and sighed with a weariness that Josh felt connected her with all the mothers in history.

Hey, there, little fella!" he called. I looked at him uncertainly. What kind of a person was this? What would those hands be like? Would they push me aside, like the first man I had known? Or would they be patient and gentle? "You lost, fella? You lost?" I wasn't sure about the hands yet, but the voice was kind. And he was talking right to me. The first man had never done that. And he'd never kneeled down so that he was close to my level, either.

No hay perros malos, Bobby. Solo hay personas malas. Estos solo necesitan amor.

The concern coming off both Kimo and Marco was raw and sharp, I knew that if I weren't in the crate could put my head in their laps and they would be comforted. A person will always feel better with a dog's head in their lap.

Olivia put a concerned hand on his shoulder and he shook his head at her. "No, it's okay. Just a little winded.

Bad dog, Bailey," the boy said crossly. I was astounded. Bad dog? Me? They had accidentally locked me in the garage and forgotten about me and left me there all day, but I was willing to forgive them. Why were they scowling like that and shaking their fingers at me?

It's wonderful, what you do," she said to Jennifer as she stood by the gate to the yard, with Che on a leash beside her. "I think if I tried to foster dogs I'd wind up keeping all of them.

Decidí que, como perro, esa era mi razón en la vida: consolar al chico siempre que él lo necesitara.

That's what's so wonderful about dogs," her mother said. The car stopped, and Patsy reached an arm back to stroke my head. "His allergies were awful, but he doesn't hold any kind of a grudge, does he? He's trying to tell you not to feel bad. He's forgiven us already. Wouldn't the world be a better place if people forgave each other as easily as dogs do?

Anyone who hates children and dogs can't be all bad.

If you are really thankful, what do you do? You share.

Be generous. Give to those you love; give to those who love you, give to the fortunate, give to the unfortunate — yes, give especially to those you don't want to give. You will receive abundance for your giving. The more you give, the more you will have.

For any mental or physical pain or suffering, regardless of how severe it might be, can in great part be neutralized by the satisfaction and joy of trying to help others. And that's worth living for.

I venture to maintain that there are multitudes to whom the necessity of discharging the duties of a butcher would be so inexpressibly painful and revolting, that if they could obtain a flesh diet on no other condition, they would relinquish it forever.

Open your heart and take us in, Love — love and me.

All pity is self-pity.

Sir, no man's enemy, forgiving allBut will his negative inversion, be prodigal.

I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.

To save your world, you asked this man to die: Would this man, could he see you now, asked why?

for once in our lives / Everything became a You and nothing was an It.

There is more than a morsel of truth in the saying, "He who hates vice hates mankind."