Quotes About Compassion

At this moment nothing seems so difficult as squeezing pity into the semblance of avid interest.

The ultimate proof of total forgiveness takes place when we sincerely petition the Father to let those who have hurt us off the hook—even if they have hurt not only us, but also those close to us.

nine out of ten people I have had to forgive sincerely do not feel they have done anything wrong. It is up to me to forgive them from my heart – and then keep quiet about it.

When speaking to or about another person, ask yourself if what you are about to say will meet their need: Necessary – Is it necessary to say this? Encourage – Will this encourage? Will it make them feel better? Edify – Will it edify? Will it build them up and make them stronger as a result of what you would say? Dignify – Will it dignify that person? That's the way Jesus treated other people; he gave them a sense of dignity. Criticism

What's your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know. Dean's brother—he hadn't been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn't, either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him. 'My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there. 'Can I call you None for short?

Here, Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone. He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. I'll be your hands. She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.

Glad it was you and not me, Shane said, and offered Myrin a hand up. Any brain damage? Since the bullet actually passed through his brain, then yes, idiot boy, there's certainly brain damage, Oliver said. It will pass. His brain's the least fragile thing about him. You say the nicest things, Myrin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. Marry me.

I never meant it, he was saying. Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

Just because he's a spider doesn't mean he deserves any less concern!

And without forgiveness, there is never any peace.

Here's a tip...If you leave a girl crying you're probably not doing your Don Juan routine right, asshole.

I know you want me to feel some sympathy for them, but that's not who I am. I care only about those I know, and even then, not all that deeply. Strangers get nothing from me.

It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not. It comes of a pitiful need to believe in one's own worth when one is hollow within. We are all worthy. And none of us are, all at once. Once that is acknowledged, that hollow, howling space may be filled with understanding.

Stop using him, and start protecting him. I know he thinks he doesn't need it, but sometimes he does. Sometimes we all do.

I can't simply adopt strays because they seem winsome.

You're always caring about strays and outcasts among us, myself included. You really are a very odd girl, you know; so little sense of what is good for you.

Her heart was breaking a little bit, because she felt something changing in Myrnin, and she knew that she would no longer be the center of his gravity. He'd always be there for her, and he'd always be her friend, but there was something in the way he held Jesse, stroked her hair, whispered to her in a way that Claire couldn't ever see him doing with her.

Maybe only the truly damaged can accept each other in the way we do.

And without forgivness, there is never any peace.I tell you this from the distance of many centuries. My son gave his life. I won't reply to his gift with anger, not even for those who took him from me. Those same poor, sad people will wake up tomorrow grieving their own losses, I think, if they survie at all. How can hating them heal me?

It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not.

People put together big movements on the internet. They help each other. Strangers help strangers. It isn't all bad.

It wasn't her fault

one thing I know about people from deep personal experience: they're happy to jump on the hate train if it makes them feel like fucking heroes.

Without forgiveness there is never any peace… My son gave his life. I wont reply to his gift with anger, not even for those who took it from me… How can hating them heal me?