Quotes About Compassion

But people can't be fixed, especially not men like Mr. McBride. Not in the way you mean. You have to understand, and help him, dear. Not repair him.

Carly's lips touched his cheek. Tiger tried to pucker his in response, showing her how much he'd learned. She didn't stop weeping, so he must not have done very well.

I'm trying to teach my son mercy and restraint," Dylan said to Crosby, his voice guttural. "Because I don't have any myself.

All cubs were welcome anytime—no shame was attached. Why were cubs to blame if their parents were impatient?

It's all right," he said with the wisdom of his ten years. "He's a polar bear, like me. I'll take care of him, now.

Everything matters.Everything you do touches someone in some way, even though you might not understand that.

Explain to me what loving feels like, Beth. I want to understand.

Giving feels good. It is a form of healing. Not just for you as an individual, but for everyone.

Compassion takes imagination.

Giving feels good. It's a form of healing. Not just for you as an individual, but for everyone.

For some people, they may categorize it as gay love. And for me, I simply see it as love. And theres no corner of the universe where love cannot abide and grow.

I'm a little mad. He shouldn't have said whatever he said to make you so upset. But we should try not to judge people based on one instance.

la bondad es sorprendentemente difícil

Sé amable, porque cada persona enfrenta una dura batalla.

All people—white and colored, slave and free, Union and Confederate—shared a common humanity belied by their outward differences. In a time of discord, in a land torn by war, no truth was more important to remember than that.

It's not a problem. There are people out there with much worse problems than mine."-Cynthia "Doesn't make yours any more fun to bear."-Liza "No. But it does help with the self-pity."- Cynthia

Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox

We who have means and a voice must use them to help those who have neither. Yet how can we help them if we don't even know about them? And how can we know about them if no one writes about them? Is it so wrong to want to know things?

The skin-and-bones dog who shows up at your door. The broken-winged bird you nurse back to health. The kitten you find crying at the side of the road. You think you're saving them, don't you? Ah, child. Can't you see? They're saving you.

Because in a small dark room, a broken child lies on a filthy bed and stares up at a high window. He waits for me, too. And I—I who have failed at everything and have failed everyone—I must not, I cannot, I will not fail him.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

Kindness is many things," he said. "It is gentle. Tender. Tolerant. It is born of patience and faith. And sometimes, yes, it's dangerous. Helping a wounded animal that's likely to lash out, standing up for someone who's being taunted by bullies... these things are all dangerous. But to try to understand another creature, to put ourselves in their place, to help them - even when it costs us - that shows strength, Sophie, not weakness.

By changing a life, just one life, you -can- change the world. It is the only way anyone ever has. [Anna of Cleves]

Jimmy let's out a whistle. "What?" "Your hand." I look at it. My ripped nail is still bleeding. I wipe the red off on my pants. "You should get it taken care of. It looks awful" he says. "I guess it does." "You must be in pain, kid. Does it hurt?" I nod. "Yeah, Jimmy. All the time.