Quotes About Compassion

Maybe if one person suffers anywhere in the world, we all have blood in our hands.

There are no commandments against love," he said.

The tide of life ran so strong in Peretur that she could not stop if she wanted to, and she did not want to, but it was her gift to soothe worries and calm nerves, so she soothed Rhodri.

Begu laughed, but it was a soft laugh, quite grown-up, and it made Hild long to hold her and shield her from the world.

In my imagination I smiled back at her, then found I was smiling down at her because she was in a wheelchair.

If I'd known that all it took to worm my way into a woman's heart was to let her beat the shit out of me, my early life would have been different.

It was as their lady, dealer of wyrd and woe, that she judged the miserable bandits they chased down, the children, women, and men hauled cowering in groups of bramble thickets, hiding in twos in an overstood coppice, or sniveling along in a half-eaten bud in the lee of a rock.

If Gwladus was here, maybe the lady would smile sometimes. Maybe she wouldn't be so pitiless.

I meant simply to steady her, but she softened into me, almost sagged, and my arm tightened, and my need, and she let herself go so that I was half holding her up with one arm and pulling her pants down with the other.

You musn't let her treat you as badly as she treats herself.

Her tenderness was unbearable. She was nine years old. She knew how to kiss me better: a simple thing, but one I could never have taught her. And I had come here to save her.

He looked so small and wounded in his bright jacket that I opened my arms and pulled him in. He wrapped his hands around my hips, leaned his forehead on my breastbone and wept. He smelled of woodsmoke and tea.

When you understood what made people happy, you understood them.

Watch man and woman, her mother had said, put yourself inside them. Imagine what they're thinking.

Her mother sighed, then smiled a slow, regretful, entirely human smile that made Hild like her.

It didn't matter about Luz. She was nothing to do with me. Sending money was all I needed to do. More. I hadn't put her with the foster parents in Arkansas. I didn't have to help her, or any of the others-because, oh, suddenly it was so clear that there were others. Many, many others.

Always know what they like, her mother said. They will love you for it.

Watch men and women, her mother had said, put yourself inside them. Imagine what they're thinking.

The woman knelt by Peretur, close enough to touch her on the knee, though she did not.

Remember when you asked me why I didn't hit Geordie? It was because I don't know how. That little girl in Arkansas doesn't, either. You do. I know that.

Christ wasn't their god, some muttered, not yet. But most didn't care. They were happy to eat.

Watch women and men, put yourself inside them. Imagine what they're thinking.

Whoever you are, Peretur, I would have you.

To tolerate does not mean to forget that what we tolerate does not deserve anything more