Quotes About Compassion

My sobs lessened and I began to calm myself, leaning tiredly into the curve of his shoulder. No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.

The lad's offering to take the girl's punishment for her," she said absently, peeking around a spectator in front of us.

todos estamos llamados a aprovechar los pequeños momentos de la vida, a ser bondadosos, a poner a prueba nuestros sentimientos, a confiar en otras personas, a satisfacer las necesidades de las personas que queremos.

is one thing, but to help those of your flock who lack that goodness, you need to understand something of evil and thus the struggle that afflicts them.

Mac had found him. A big hand had suddenly reached down and grabbed him, and the next minute he was lifted up, bruised and scraped and bleeding but clutched tight against the Scottish groom's rough shirt, strong arms holding him as though they'd never let him go.

After all, who's going to look after all the sick folk, if your grannie's lying about in pieces?" F

I'm sorry," I added. "Really, Jamie, I couldn't help it.

onto the fabric of her shift; I reached out one-handed and tweaked the cloth up to cover her. She put a hand over her breast and pressed hard to stop the milk. "What does he mean to do, though? If he finds him.

Soeur Emmanuelle?" she said very softly, and gently, slowly, laid her hands on her mother's shoulders, fragile under the white cloth. She swallowed hard, so her voice wouldn't shake. "You are forgiven." (A Fugitive Green)

I held him to my breast, arms tight around the broad, shaking shoulders, and my own tears fell on his hair, making small dark patches in the ruddy waves. I pressed my cheek against the top of his head, and murmured small incoherent things to him as though he were Brianna. I thought to myself that perhaps it was like surgery—even when an operation is done to repair existing damage, the healing still is painful.

what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget – and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

It grieves me to tell you," Jamie said, and meant it. "Sixty years from this time, the Tsalagi will be taken from their lands, removed to a new place. Many will die on this journey, so that the path they tread will be called Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â He groped for the word for "tears," did not find it, and ended, "the trail where they wept.

The thought of that would come to me sometimes, and I would think I kent what Jesus must feel like there—so wanting, and no one to touch Him.

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.

Always, always, I had had to balance compassion with wisdom, love with judgment, humanity with ruthlessness.

It is easier to kill someone to save your own life than it is to hurt someone to save theirs.

Live and let live was my basic attitude.

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

That only by forgiveness could she forget - and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

Is it wrong, Hector? he thought. That I should love a man who might have killed you?

I wept for him while he was still alive to know it

Well, he is human. And perhaps he's not a monster yet.

reached out and squeezed Fiona's hand. She

The only thing you can do—the only thing—is to try for the one who's in front of you. Act as though this one patient is the only person in the world—because to do otherwise is to lose that one, too. One at a time, that's all you can do. And you learn not to despair over all the ones you can't help, but only to do what you can.