Quotes About Compassion

Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I couldn't forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back. ({Lord John, Drums of Autumn}

I wanted ye from the first I saw ye – but I loved ye when you wept in my arms and let me comfort you, that first time at Leoch.

I know what it felt . . . like when I . . . thought you were dead, and- A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. And I wouldn't do that to you. Her bosom fell and her eyes closed. It was a long moment before he could speak. Thank ye, Sassenach, he whispered, and held her small, cold hand between his own and watched her breathe until the moon rose.

He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. You are my courage, as I am your conscience, he whispered, You are my heart-- I am your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach? --Jamie

You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.

One dictum I had learned on the battlefields of France in a far distant war: You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.

I can stand a lot! But just because I can, does that mean I must? Do I have to bear everyone's weakness? Can I not have my own?

I would." He kissed the top of my head. "I saw Ian's face; it was like his own flesh was being torn, each time Jenny screamed." My arms were around him, stroking the ridged scars on his back. "I can bear pain, myself," he said softly, "but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

No. Ye loved him. I canna hold it against either of you that ye mourn him. And it gives me some comfort to know ... He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled hair off his face. To know what? That should the need come, you might mourn for me that way, he said softly.

Involuntarily, I reached out, as though I might heal him with a touch and erase the marks with my fingers.

Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician.

The greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help.

You may have it," he said. His voice was very low, but he met my eyes straight on. "All of it. Anything that was ever done to me. If ye wish it, if it helps ye, I will live it through again.

I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help. Not in having no one for whom to care? Fraser paused before answering; he might have been weighing the position of the pieces on the table. That is emptiness, he said at last, softly. But no great burden

Help us, O Lord, to remember how often men do wrong through want of thought, rather than from lack of love; and how cunning are the snares that trip our feet.

She supposed that it it perhaps not fair to quarrel with someone on the basis of what you thought they were thinking

These were people like that. The ones that cared so terribly much - enough to risk everything, enough to change and do things. Most people aren't like that, you know. It isn't that they don't care, but they don't care so greatly.

I can bear pain, myself, but I could not bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

You are my courage, as I am your Conscience, he whispered. You are my hear and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone.

I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake. "It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you.

Of course you would protect the woman," he said. "You protect everyone, John—I don't suppose you can help it." Astonished, Grey opened his mouth to contest this absurd statement, but was forestalled when Percy leaned forward and kissed him softly. "You are the bravest man I know," Percy said, his breath warm on Grey's cheek. "And you will not convince me otherwise.

You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" "I do know that," I said, and my voice shook. "That's why I'm so afraid. I don't want to be half a person again, I can't bear it.

I can bear pain, myself," he said softly, "but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.