Quotes About Compassion

Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.

We cannot turn away," Miss Woolf told her, "we must get on with our job and we must bear witness." What did that mean? Ursula wondered. "It means," Miss Woolf said, "that we must remember these people when we are safely in the future.

She was rescued from Poland by a priest during the war. At times of national crisis, she can be seen to cry." Jackson thought it might have been better if the priest had rescued a few Jews instead of a plaster statue.

Sacrifice,' " Sylvie said, "is a word that makes people feel noble about slaughter.") But

I don't understand." "Well, when you arrived at St. George's you wouldn't stop screaming. They thought something terrible must have happened to you." "This isn't St. George's, is it?" "No," he said kindly. "This is a private clinic. Rest, good food and so on. They have lovely gardens. I always think a lovely garden helps, don't you?

The rest of the Cokers gravitated rapidly towards the casualty. They were naturally drawn to trouble.

That was the thing about hospitals, anyone could wander into your room and gawp at you when you were at your very lowest, your most unflattering.

Harold?' 'Poor man, I suppose

We must remember these people when we are safely in the future.

It was undignified to be on show like this. That was the thing about hospitals, anyone could wander into your room and gawp at you when you were at your very lowest, your most unflattering.

Another gift is Pansy's love. Bathed in that love, Lyle in turn is gentle with other kids, especially with kids uneasy under their bragging, kids really as frightened as rabbits when a hawk darkens their world. Lyle's underweight presence steadies them, and he is sought after—but not exactly as a friend. He is more like Anansi the helpful spider of his favorite tales—a quiet ally who prefers his own company but skitters over to join you when you need him.

There are more and more visibly weird and freaky people in the world these days, and it's high time we stop carrying forward the junior high school dynamic of excluding them all from our lives or worse . . . nailing them to some cross.

No matter how your world falls apart—and honey, that's what happens: we all build ourselves a world, and then it falls apart—but no matter how that happens, you still have the kind heart you've had since you were a child, and that's what really counts. And I will always be here for you, my butzalah. I love you, Katherine.

Do whatever it takes to make your life more worth living...just don't be mean.

Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.

Don't part from me in any ill humor. I never knew you to be out of patience with me before.

Let nothing human be foreign to me

Did you think that rats do not have hearts? Wrong. All living things have a heart. And the heart of any living thing can be broken.

Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very much like hope and love - a powerful, wonderful thing. And a ridiculous thing, too.

We appreciate the complicated and wonderful gifts you give us in each other. And we appreciate the task you put down before us, of loving each other the best we can, even as you love us.

Other people's tragedies should not be the subject of idle conversation.

There, she said. She rocked him back and forth. There, you foolish, beautiful boy who wants to change the world. There, there. And who could keep from loving you? Who could keep from loving a boy so brave and true?

Perhaps what matters when all is said and done is not who puts us down but who picks us up.

But still, here are the words Despereaux Tilling spoke to his father. He said, I forgive you, Pa! And he said those words because he sensed that it was the only way to save his heart, to stop it from breaking in two. Despereaux, reader, spoke those words to save himself.