Quotes About Compassion

Really-nothing is unforgivable if you truly love someone.

You don't have to talk to someone to think about them and check up on them now and again.

It was a mistake. You didn't try to hurt anyone.

Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust.

I just wonder if sheer force of will to forgive can be enough to set things right Because after all, power is one thing. Love is a different creature altogether.

Justice isn't only about what a person deserves, but also about what a person needs.

But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

I've always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.'

I'm far from fat, but her using me as a sounding board on this topic is like me complaining to a blind woman that I have to wear contacts.

But I also knew in my heart that I wouldn't cover for my son if he committed a terrible crime. Any crime. I wouldn't lie for him. I wouldn't obstruct justice for him. I would stand by him, but I would also want him to confess and truly repent and bear responsibility for his actions. I would want him to earn and deserve his forgiveness.

She knows in her heart that it doesn't work like this. That misfortune doesn't give you the right to disregard others, ignore the rules, tell lies and half-truths.

What I can't stand are the judgmental hypocrites—people who talk a big Christian game yet don't even make a cursory attempt to follow the Golden Rule, let alone some of those pesky commandments

Some thinks will never be okay.

Pienso en todos los corazones que se están rompiendo en este momento, en Manhattan, en todo el mundo. En todo ese dolor abrumador. Hace que me sienta un poco menos sola pensar que hay otras personas que se están desgarrando por dentro.

I never hear about dear Mike. I wrote Ellen Greene and asked about him and she replyed and never mentioned Mike but told me all about her roomatism. As if I cared about her roomatism.

And although I no longer identified with the stringency or dogma of organized Christian religion, I remained drawn to the compassion and sense of community that still existed in houses of worship.

Good nurses follow rules," Lib growled, "but the best know when to break them.

When I was four I was watching ants walking up Stove and she ran and splatted them all so they wouldn't eat our food. One minute they were alive and the next minute they were dirt. I cried so my eyes nearly melted off.

Now I feel bad I didn't give her the second quarter. Grandma says that's called having a conscience.

I must be cruel, only to be kind

The weaklings — ashamed, but grateful — holding out their hands to the flames, their renewed faith glowing inside them. Well, he supposes there are times mercy may do what strictness can't.

My job wasn't to cure all Ita Noonan's ills but to bring her safe through this particular calamity, I reminded myself, to push her little boat back into the current of what I imagined to be her barely bearable life.

All this reverential—I'm not a saint." Ma's voice is getting loud again. "I wish people would stop treating us like we're the only ones who ever lived through something terrible. I've been finding stuff on the Internet you wouldn't believe.

Hang on, here's the Beatles, there's an oldie you might like from about fifty years ago,' she says, 'All You Need Is Love.' I'm confused. 'Don't persons need food and stuff?' 'Yeah, but all that's no good if you don't have somebody to love as well'...