Quotes About Compassion

She would try anything, she would do anything. She would open her own veins, her own body cavity, and give him her blood, her heart, her organs, if it would do the slightest good.

Together, they will see to the girl, lift down the pallet, give her the medicine. They will take this matter in hand.

time in her life, she finds she does not know how to help someone. She does not know what to do. And

He has, Agnes sees, done what any father would wish to do, to exchange his child's suffering for his own, to take his place, to offer himself up in his child's stead so that the boy might live.

She wouldn't let go of the baby,' her grandmother says suddenly. 'Who?' Iris pounces. 'Esme?' Her grandmother's eyes are focused somewhere beyond the window. 'They had to sedate her. She wouldn't let go.

That had done it. Esme had turned at that one. She had snatched up the protractor of Catriona McFarlane, high priestess of the tittering club, and pointed it at her like a divining rod. 'You know what you are, Catriona McFarlane?' Esme had said. 'You are a sad creature. You are mean-spirited, soulless. You are going to die alone and lonely. Do you hear me?

When he took my hand he taught me something about the value of touch, the communicative power of the human hand.

It is in such small acts of kindness that people know they are loved. Which

couldn't have my happiness made out of a wrong—an unfairness—to somebody else . . . What sort of a life could we build on such foundations? —EDITH WHARTON

I couldn't have my happiness made out of a wrong—an unfairness—to somebody else . . . What sort of a life could we build on such foundations? —EDITH WHARTON

People shouldn't have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.

Mary's Meals is a series of lots of little acts of love. If you put all those acts of sacrifice together, it creates a beautiful thing - Magnus MacFarlane-Barrow, Mary's Meals Founder and CEO

A wound inflicted by arrows heals, a wood cut down by an axe grows, but harsh words are hateful?a wound inflicted by them does not heal. Arrows of different sorts can be extracted from the body, but a word-dart cannot be drawn out, for it is seated in the heart.

Do naught to others which, if done to thee, would cause thee pain: this is the sum of duty.*

Enjoy thou the prosperity of others, Although thyself unprosperous; noble men Take pleasure in their neighbours? happiness.

Let none with scorn a suppliant meet, Or from the door untended spurn A dog; an outcast kindly treat; And so thou shalt be blest in turn.

The good to others kindness show, And from them no return exact; The best and greatest men, they know, Thus ever nobly love to act.*

The purpose of human life is to expand love.

Freedom is not worth having if it does not connote freedom to err. It passes my comprehension how human beings, be they ever so experienced and able, can delight in depriving other human beings of that precious right.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Poverty is the worst form of violence.

An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind.

Culture of the mind must be subservient to the heart.

God comes to the hungry in the form of food.