Quotes About Compassion

My God, he whispered. What have I done to her? He thought, humbled. The spell was broken, but it wasn't sealed, and her soul was bare to him, the scars of her tragic past and her triumphs over pain and her aching need to find her place. He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

Typical Kisten said, his eyes dramatically sad. Try to do something nice for a person, cheer her up, and what do I get? Abused and robbed.

And while seeing Trent in his tighty-whities would make my decade, I'd found out long ago that I couldn't stay mad at a man wearing nothing but underwear. They looked so charmingly vulnerable.

A compassion swirled form nowhere in the high I was lost in. She needed me. She needed me to accept her for what she was. And when I realized that I had it within myself to give her at least this small part of me, the last of my fear melted away.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn't be able to kill him.

Hey! I exclaimed, seeing the total. They're charging me retail. Glenn! I complained. They can't do that. I shook it at him. I shouldn't have to pay retail! What did you expect? You can keep that. It's your copy. I sat back in a huff and shoved it in my bag with my sticky scarf as he typed his slow, painful way through my report. Where's this human compassion I keep hearing about? That's it, baby doll, he said, voice smoother than usual. He was laughing at me.

I'd rather judge a person on why they make the choices they do rather than the cold facts of what they choose.

Ivy rose to rinse the carafe. She leaned close to me, running the water to blur her words as she muttered, What's wrong with her? She's crying over her tea.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.

Ivy wanted to do something for me, and if she couldn't give me a hug without her blood lust tainting it, then by God I would let her put that gunk under my eye.

I wanted it, then felt guilty for wanting water when my friends were going to kill each other.

I'd rather judge a person on why they make the choices they do rather than the cold facts of what they choose.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly struggling to find a way to touch his son without hurting him. "Jax…" he whispered, his eyes both young and old—pained and filled with joy.

God, how did I get to this place where my friends sell themselves to keep me alive?

You need someone a little dirty, honey, with a heart of gold.

Learning to understand those you hate and fear is harder. I

Was I a fool to trust, or a wiser person finding the capacity to forgive?

I can guarantee it, Jenks said as their eyes met. The second that you see her, you will fall in love. You will do anything for her, anything at all, and she will know it and love you back. That's all kids want to know—that you love them.

How do you deal with it? How do you keep from falling apart? That—What happened to them is horrible. How can a person do that to another?" Rose took a slow breath. "You cry, you get angry, then you do something about it." I watched her leave, the clack of her quick heels sounding sharp before the door closed. Yeah. I can do that.

I don't know. She's much better already. She wasn't talking half an hour ago. Look at her now." We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her.

It's so much easier when everyone understands you can love two people at the same time." She flushed. "For different reasons and in different ways.

If they could swing it, most parents visited during meals to try to make their child's hospital room into a piece of the familiar by eating with them, and the kids—without exception—were too kind to tell them it only made home look that much farther away.

What's the point of being able to do all this if you don't do anything to help your friends?!

Keb would never forget how Gracie turned to the wall and trembled, how he felt nailed to the chair, thinking: we build a perfect picture of what we want our children to be. And when that picture falls and shatters, what do we do? His sister Dot once told him: we get on our hands and knees and put the pieces back together, and call it parenting.