Quotes About Compassion

Kindness is not weakness, Malcolm. Forgiveness isn't lack of backbone. Forgiveness is the thing that lets human beings not strangle each other after a half an hour's acquaintance. It's not something you in particular should shit on, you know?

Sometimes the things that went on between two people were so private and so painful the the rest of the world needed to reserve judgement.

Krissa, tough Lady Krissa, who had stood by impassively while Areau vomited out ten years of bitter addiction, wiped her eyes and offered Areau Mrs. Wrinkle's pie in comfort, and it suddenly occurred to Areau in the strangest, most dreamlike of ways, that his pain was not the only pain on the planet.

I can get mad all I want, but they don't mean it. They love me. Sometimes, some creatures, when they get cornered, they forget who loves them and think everybody's the enemy. You don't just leave them alone, cold and afraid, because their instinct takes over and it's wrong. You don't if you give a shit, you know?'

I'd give anything to know you were okay. But it's not fair to ask us to sacrifice that boy so you can heal. Do you understand?

Sometimes people hurt each other, just by being. It's not your fault.

The world's pretty fucked up. A man that can see the good and the beauty and keep walkin' toward it? And wants to hold your hand while he's goin'? That's gotta be a man you'd follow.

They'll be wonderful," Henry said with a faint smile. "They'll respect her decisions and tell her the truth as they know it and be kind when her heart's broken. It's really all she can ask for.

Cheever started rocking back and forth, shaking, and Cambridge made an unhappy little sound. "Oh, son. Pain makes you selfish, did you not know that?

And he was kind. So damned kind. A man like me… a man like me did not take kindness for weakness. Kindness in the face of all the tiny knives the world had to throw at a body—that was real strength.

guess," he said thoughtfully. "I mean… it's not like… it's not like he's going to be anything other than Deacon, right?

No," Sammy said, shrugging. "It makes sense. Cierra has two moms, so it's got to balance somewhere. I'm sorry you can't eat dinner with us.

Keep dreaming, my man. I used to dream I was going to be a veterinarian." Crispin gasped. He hadn't known this. "Really? Why didn't you?" "Because I couldn't put an animal down.

Kids were his soft spot. Who knew?

Because you were saying them about somebody's son," he snarled. "Why not your own?

And…." Oh! Kelly's boy was crying. Crying so hard he couldn't breathe. Crying so hard he could barely talk! Kelly's arms were sprained at the shoulders, because two guys had held them behind him and he'd struggled, oh, he'd struggled so fucking hard. Carefully he raised his hand to cup Seth's cheek and saw the bruises, then felt his stomach go cold. "Seth? Seth… mijo. What did you do?

You'd never force me. And you'd never betray me. But I don't know if you could care enough about me to help me deal with all that other stuff. I'm… I'm not going to be okay with the porn right away. Can you deal with it when I'm an asshole about that? Can you help me not hurt you too much?

It's not privilege when it makes you feel awful, when it cripples your ability to do good things in the world.

Cheever was silent then, appalled, because it sort of hit him. He was going through hell, but his brother had already been there. And his brother was mad because Cheever had gone and foisted his hell on somebody else.

What? The world needs one less Jew?

He wants to keep me happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I've got blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it's like pain, but my brother doesn't see it doesn't hear it doesn't feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don't want to hit my brother with the freight train.

The dogs used after the 9/11 disaster had needed people new to them to pretend to be lost so they could find someone and know that people could be okay.

There is no cure for hell," she said softly. "There's only showing it to other people so they can share the burden.

If I'm your friend, you know anything is forgivable. Being lovers is harder. Let's get our shit sorted first.