Quotes About Compassion

It's not that you like being sad, but you start to see the value of it. You don't judge sadness so harshly.

the only thing left to do is love

When you get older you think of sadness in a different way. You don't judge it so harshly.

I feel both isolated from poverty – I do not know what my neighbors need or if they need anything – and surrounded by it because now we know all about the hunger and death in the world, and everyone is my neighbor.

It's so easy to see people as less than they are, as less than people.

He found himself praying for his brother-in-law, hoping he would soon see how much God loved him, knowing that God was well accustomed to dealing with skeptics and doubters.

But their suffering doesn't mitigate yours." "Suffering doesn't make me special. Sooner or later, life knocks everyone down. It's how you deal with the knocks and dings that matter.

Love didn't cause grief but healed it. She

Love just plain hurts sometimes, but we can't let that stop us from loving. Love is the only thing in the world that really matters.

When you love that deeply, you'll sacrifice for the other person's happiness. Even if it means that you have to be unhappy. That's real love, when you can let go of your loved ones so they can be what they need to be.

when he was a little kid he'd had trouble understanding why those poor children in China were more important to them than he was.

You must think I'm some kind of nut, but it's just . . . I don't know, it's just that I can't take what's happening in the world. I can't take all these people getting shot. I can't take this war. I just thought we were supposed to be better than that. I really did believe we were on the dawn of a new age.

I'm such a mother hen. If my chicks are doing well, I cluck happily. And you can be the rooster, darling. To love a child is to let go of the child you dreamed of having and accept the one you've got, as they are, not as you want them to be.

Wir lachen gemeinsam, weil wir lange genug allein geweint haben.

Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain't through learning-because that ain't the time at all...when you starts measuring somebody, measure him right, child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.

I care. I care about it all. It takes too much energy NOT to care...the WHY of why we are here is an intrigue for adolescents; the HOW is what must command the living. Which is why I have lately become an insurgent again.

Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When he's done good and made things easy for everybody? That ain't the time at all. It's when he's at his lowest……and he can't believe in himself because the world's whipped him so!

Love isn't found in words, Kate. It's found in quiet moments, a look, a sigh, a smile, a gladness." She sighed. "And very often, it's shown with sacrifice.

Oh, Papa, I've done something terribly silly. I've fallen in love with someone, and he loves another. The strange thing is, as much as it hurts, I only want him to be happy. And if she'll make him happy, I want him to have her.

Why couldn't women understand that hate could not hurt if there was no semblance of love?

From the corner of her eye, she watched Clay walk to his wagon, where he'd find no shade. Isolated. Alone. How simple it would be to prepare him a plate and walk to the wagon to give it to him. How difficult to step into his world of loneliness.

Austin could do little more than stare at the woman. "It's a prairie dog," he reminded her. Cautiously, she brushed her fingers over its head. "It's just a baby. Please help her." Dee was looking at him with so much hope in her big brown eyes that he couldn't do what he knew needed to be done. He slipped his gun into his holster. Thank God, she was married to his brother and not to him. Dallas could break her heart. Austin wouldn't.

Meg forgot about cautioning him to be quiet. She forgot about everything but watching the care with which he wrapped a blanket around Mama Warner before gingerly lifting her into his arms and cradling her against his chest. "Comfortable?" he asked. "You know how to hold a woman so she feels precious. Makes me wish I was sixty years younger.

Dr. Freeman said she couldn't have children. Christ, I'll never touch her again." "You'll touch her," Houston said. Dallas looked up, determination etched deeply in the lines of his face. "No, I won't." "Yes, you will. One night, she'll curl up against you, all innocent-like—" Compassion, understanding, and a wealth of sympathy filled Houston's gaze. "You'll touch her.