Quotes About Compassion

You shouldn't judge someone until you've walk a mile through an underground tunnel in her uncomfortable shoes

Angus looked at Hamish. "I hate it when Mom and Dad fight." Hamish smoothed his brother's messy hair. "Me too.

I don't understand hate. I've seen its power. I've known its wrath. I've even felt it coursing through my veins, pushing me on. But I don't know where it comes from or why it lasts, how it can take hold in some people and grow.

I've thrown enough punches in my life to know when someone is hurting.

I wonder what kinds of songs Preston's father sang to him." Zach raised his eyebrows. "I wonder if he's in a cell humming them to himself right now." I should have said something-done something. He was in a dark place, there in the moonlight. But before I could say a word, Zach took a deep breath and looked up at the fortress. "I wonder if I should join him.

She really wants to be my friend, I realize, and suddenly I feel very sorry for her. She doesn't know what a terrible thing it is she's asking for.

But maybe because sometimes a girl just really needs to snap at someone who she knows will forgive her later.

Not all people with scars are evil.

For the first time he's not looking at me like I'm dangerous. He's looking at me like I'm broken. It's a look I know too well.

But the woman smiles, unable to hear the things I don't say.

The worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.

Katarina Bishop bir suçluydu. Ama o güne dek eline hiç silah almam??t?. Kimseye vurmam??t?. O ana kadar birinin can?n? yakmak nas?l bir ÅŸey, bilmiyordu. Hale'in yüzündeki ifadeyi gördüÄŸünde, sözlerini geri almak istedi. Ayn? zamanda bu sözlerin onun can?n? daha fazla ac?tmas?n? da istedi. (syf. 181)

Alex never killed hares.

Para hacerme sentir que, con cada cuerpo que se desplomaba ante una tapia de ladrillos rojos, volvían a matarlos a todos, a matarnos con ellos, a quitarnos a todas un pedazo de vida en cada ausencia

Por eso necesitaba llorar, por la fila, por los muros, por el locutorio, por los hombres que se amontonaban contra una reja y por las mujeres que se apretaban contra la reja de enfrente, por el amor de todos los condenados dentro y fuera de Porlier. No lo hice. Mantuve las lágrimas a raya en el borde de mis párpados como si presintiera que me harían falta después

La autocompasión es una droga muy dura.

Sin embargo, con el tiempo comprendí que la alegría era un arma superior al odio, las sonrisas más útiles, más feroces que los gestos de rabia y desaliento

Jairus came to Jesus with faith. But when he heard of his daughter's death, how grieved and hopeless he must have felt. Yet Jesus, honoring that first bit of faith, told him not to worry. "Hold onto your faith," was His message in this father's darkest hour.

I am the fellow citizen of every being that thinks; my country is Truth.

Love is the most terrible, and also the most generous of the passions it is the only one which includes in its dreams the happiness of someone else.

Ahora que vuelvo a pensar en ello, me doy cuenta de que el sentido que se embota primero, a medida que la vida se nos va viniendo encima, es el de la piedad. La tan llevada y traída solidaridad humana que jamás ha significado para mí nada concreto. Se la menciona en circunstancias de pasajero pánico. Entonces pensamos más bien en el apoyo de los demás y no en el que nosotros podríamos ofrecerles.

Sharing Jesus is as simple as connecting with others around their passion or their pain.

Take her as a gift, there shall be no ransom.

Hating requires caring. In which case, I couldn't possibly hate you.