Quotes About Compassion

We come to God in little steps, not a leap, and that love of police-court truth you think so much of comes very late on the way, if it comes at all. What is truth? as Pilate asked; I've never pretended that I could have told him. I'm just glad when a boozer sobers up, or a man stops beating his woman, or a crooked lad tries to go straight. If it makes him boast a bit, that's not the worst harm it can do. You unbelieving people apply cruel, hard standards to us who believe.

I think a great many marriages would be saved if people would behave toward one another with the same courtesy that they would extend to someone whom they really didn't know as well as a marriage necessarily implies. … It's not very easy to do, but it is surely easier to do than to haggle and nag and fight and bitch and yelp at one another as you hear a lot of married people doing … They seem to feel that the familiarity of affection permits anything, including insult.

Her conception of the role of the medical examiner was to speak for the dead to help the living.

I could hear something so I realized, of course, what he was trying to tell me was first of all, don't be judgmental of anybody else, just listen and pay attention and look for the beauty. And then when you find the beauty, study that and don't bother with the rest of it.53

Why must people be hateful toward anyone who is different? Because we live in a fallen world, my girl. I'm afraid people will continue to find reasons to hate until the day Jesus returns.

She had long ago learned not to refuse when God brought a need to her attention.

We must offer him Christian compassion and understanding. But we must also give him truth. Compassion doesn't mean lying to someone to save their feelings.

Oh, why does compassion weaken us?' It doesn't, really ... Somewhere where it all balances out - don't the philosophers have a name for it, the perfect place, the place where the answers live? - if we could go there, you could see it doesn't. It only looks, a little bit, like it does, from here, like an ant at the foot of an oak tree. He doesn't have a clue that it's a tree; it's the beginning of the wall round the world, to him.

Little John, watching her standing next to her brother, half-glowering in the old Cecil manner and half-comforted by Robin's words, saw for a moment what it had been like for her as Will's litter sister. Some of what she was good at, and some of what she was bad at, as his pupil, came clear to him in that moment; and something else came clear to him too, but he set it aside so quickly that he allowed himself not to recognize it for what it was.

But he hated to see his people people unhappy--because he was a good king, not because he was a nervous one--

she'd found she couldn't bring herself to kill any of her bees, which was the system all the northern demesnes used, and so had to get them through the winter somehow. She'd been cold that winter herself, after wrapping up her most exposed hives in all the blankets she had.

I'd learned to fish because Mel taught me, not because I longed to impale small invertebrates on barbed hooks and rip hell out of piscine oral cavities and smother fellow oxygen breathers in an alien medium

As I came to know him better, the fear changed to pity, and then, almost, to sorrow; but I could not marry him, however much I came to dislike hurting him.

Poor Mom. At least she was trying. I realized that I was grateful for the useless tangle, even if it was useless. Because she was doing something. She hadn't averted her eyes from the fact that I needed help. She merely had no clue how much help, or what kind.

I was not frightened, but I was ashamed. "I'm sorry," I said. The claws retreated, and his arm dropped. "Don't be," he said. "I don't mind telling you." He looked at me. "But perhaps you mind being told.

Marian... turned her face at last; there were tear marks on it, and Robin felt a pricking behind his own eyes, that Marian should cry over him.

Es una mujer de buen corazón enamorada de un oportunista lo ama a pesar de sus modales perversos que ella no entiende. Mujer de buen corazón

Din cauz? c? modelul meu fusese întotdeauna sacrificiul de sine, nu ÅŸtiam cine sunt dac? nu aveam pe cine s? ajut sau o suferin?? de îndurat.

Totul se întâmpl? într-un anumit context, chiar ÅŸi felul în care iubim

Este o ironie a vieÅ£ii c? noi, femeile, suntem capabile s? r?spundem cu atâta compasiune ÅŸi înÅ£elegere la suferinÅ£a altuia dar r?mânem oarbe la propria noastr? suferin??

Many workers are now searching for employers with a mission they can believe in. Whether it is to fight for a political cause, to safeguard the environment, or to help other people overcome life's problems, they select jobs and employers because they feel they can make an important difference by working there.

I wept because I had no shoes until I saw a man who had no feet.

Kindness, quite simply, is the rent we must pay for the space we occupy on this planet.

Forgiving someone who has wronged you is actually a selfish act rather than a selfless one.