Quotes About Compassion

When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who's broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don't know where we come from … we don't know where we are.

Why are you being so mean? Friends tell friends the truth. yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

Note: 'family' does NOT only mean a biological unit composed of people who share genetic markers or legal bonds, headed by a heterosexual-mated pair. Family is much, much more than that.

Don't forget how to be gentle, she warned. Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart.

I could never hate you, even if I wanted to.

Maybe they're planning the next Project. They could mail snowballs to the weather-deprived children in Texas. They could knit goat-hair blankets for shorn sheep.

But I had never seen a first aid kit for the spirit...

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "Yeah, but not to hurt. To help.

Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart.

It would have eased her mind if I thanked her for wanting to buy me away from Madam. I tried to be grateful but could not. A body does not like being bought and sold like a basket of eggs, even if the person who cracks the shells is kind.

Mom closes her eyes. Her skin is a flat gray color, like underwear that has been washed so many times it's about to fall apart. I feel bad that I didn't fold more shirts for her.

I was the reason she didn't run away freshman year. I was the reason she didn't eat a bottle of sleeping pills when her boyfriend cheated on her. I listened for hours when her parents yelled and tried to stuff her into a mannequin shell that didn't fit. I understood what triggered her earthquakes, most of them.

The seniors look my way before they leave. One girl, not the cheerleader, nods her head, and says, Way to go. I hope you're OK. With hours left in the school year, I have suddenly become popular. Thanks to the big mouths on the lacrosse team, everybody knew what happened before sundown. Mom took me to the hospital to stitch up the cut on my hand. When we got home, there was a message on the machine from Rachel. She wants me to call her.

I'm sorry you didn't get the help you needed. You deserved a soft afghan wrapped around you, People to hold your hands while you learned to walk again, So stand with us now.

My job is to nod or shake my head, to say "I know what you mean," when I don't, and "That is so unfair," when it isn't.

When Heather sees what I have done, she bursts into tears again, sobbing that it isn't my fault. My stomach is killing me. Her room isn't big enough for this much emotion. I leave without saying goodbye.

She wrote in tiny letters that she was not outcasted for the exact same reason that Melinda got outcasted. But outcasting is hurtful, no matter who you are or what happened.

We're all born to fight, but few are ever trained. Instead, they tell us Be nice.

Don't forget how to be gentle, she warned. Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart. The greatest strength of all is daring to love.

Quote from Ashes-pg. 39 Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart. The greatest strength of all is daring to love.

We were as merciless and cruel as most primitives are. But we learnt at that school the private nature of cruelty; and our inborn hatred for freaks and outcasts was tempered by meeting them daily.

Expert Tip: "No matter how old and achy I am, I can still haul ass outta bed when the dog starts making vomit noises."—Connie Sherretts, MAW

Oh, that's my fault,' I told Goodheart. 'I hate haggling over a pittance. It always seems so rude. And these people have so little, compared to us.' I was interested to hear the committed Communist sniff in disgust at my willingness to share the wealth.

When we get out of here," I said, "I know you're angry, but don't kill him. You can hurt him, though. Hurting is fine.