Quotes About Compassion

sometimes you get to a point where it hurts too much, and you'll do anything to get rid of the pain. Even if it means doing something that hurts someone else.

He is angry at the world outside this house, and that makes me love him even more.

No one likes messy. They like smiling Violet. I wonder what Ryan would do if he knew Finch was the one who talked me down and not the other way around. I wonder what any of them would do.

We can't fight another person's battles, no matter how much we want to

Life is too short to judge others. It is not our job to tell someone what they feel or who they are. Why not spend some time on yourself instead?

I barely have to say anything, not even, "I'm not ready." It's in the unwritten rulebook of life, under How to React When a Student Loses a Loved One and Is, Nine Months Later, Still Having a Very Hard Time.

Que sentimento horrível deve ser amar uma pessoa e não ter como ajudá-la.

Hanya karena mereka sudah mati, mereka tak perlu mati. Begitu juga kita.

Im used to slowing down so that everyone else can catch up

I run for miles but don't count them, passing dark house after dark house. I feel sorry for everyone in this town who's sleeping. I

Jakie to musi by? okropne uczucie kocha? kogoÅ› i nie móc mu pomóc

My mom used to say sometimes it's actually about the other person and you just happen to be there. Like sometimes the other person needs to learn a lesson or go through an experience, good or bad, and you're just an accessory in some way, like a supporting actor in whatever their scene happens to be.

Atticus, he was real nice…." "Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them." —To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee

You are all anyone could be. If anyone could have saved me it would have been you.

Just like all of us. The Nest Houses have reached their life expectancy. I think of the mud nest we made for the cardinal, all those years ago, and wonder if it's still there. I imagine his little bones in his little grave, and it is the saddest thought in the world.

Don't judge a man till you've walked a mile in his shoes.

Minha irmã morreu de leucemia e vocês tinham que ver as flores e a empatia. - Ela levanta as mãos e, mesmo do outro lado da mesa, consigo ver as cicatrizes. - Mas quando eu quase morri, ninguém mandou flores. Fui considerada egoísta e louca por desperdiçar minha vida sendo que a da minha irmã tinha sido tirada. [...] - Não me entendam mal, prefiro estar aqui a estar morto, mas às vezes sinto que tudo que fazia de mim quem eu era foi embora.

One of the great pleasures of my life is making comments like this, because having a gay son is my bigoted prick of a father's worst nightmare.

It's okay to be a person. We're all afraid. We all get hurt. It's okay to hurt. You'd be so much more likable if you just acted human.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

You saved my life. Why couldn't I save yours?

Listen, I'm the freak. I'm the weirdo. I'm the troublemaker. I start fights. I let people down. Don't make Finch mad, whatever you do. Oh, there he goes again, in one of his moods. Moody Finch. Angry Finch. Unpredictable Finch. Crazy Finch. But I'm not a compilation of symptoms. Not a casualty of shitty parents and an even shittier chemical makeup. Not a problem. Not a diagnosis. Not an illness. Not something to be rescued. I'm a person.

What a terrible feeling to love soemone and not be able to help them.