Quotes About Compassion

What interests me is what dogs bring out in people, mirroring humanity's best and worst.

Language is what eases the pain of living with other people, language is what makes the wounds come open again.

H of H: I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin. Th: Give me your hand. H of H: I'll stain you. Th: I'll take it.

She said, When you see these horrible images why do you stay with them? Why keep watching? Why not go away? I was amazed. Go away where? I said.

How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind.

What is a Lamb of God? People use this phrase. I don't know. I watch my sister, fingers straying absently about her mustache, no help there.

aH of H: I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin. Th: Give me your hand. H of H: I'll stain you. Th: I'll take it.

How often do we offer advice when what is really required is a compassionate ear?

Are these words true? At the second: Are they necessary? At the third: Are they kind?

If a sportsman true you'd be Listen carefully to me; Never, never let your gun Pointed be at anyone; That it might unloaded be Matters not the least to me. You may hit or you may miss, But at all times think of this: All the game birds ever bred Won't pay for one man dead. Forty

I don't blame him for anything now. Or not much. All of this will, in some form, happen to you. You will wake some morning and pat yourself down. You will realise that you think too much and live too little and that most people, men and women both, are mostly fine. You will love more easily and relinquish blame. At least I hope you will.

And he did. Billy knew that, even if he did not love Greg, even if he had other guys, and other plans for the long term, he would still do this thing. He would help Greg in his last months, or years. And he might resent it but he would not regret it: because this was the thing that was given him to do.

He's fine. He's fine,' he kept saying as the baby became ever more cranky and bewildered; screaming in terror if she tried to put him down. 'Why should he be unhappy?' she wanted to say. 'He has had so few days in this world. Why should the unhappiness start here?

People aren't locked doors. You can get through to them if you want. But no one did. No one reached out a hand to Tulip. Nobody tried to touch her. I hear them whispering and they sicken me. 'Bus seats!' grumbles Mrs Bodell. 'Locker doors!' complain the teachers. 'Chicken sheds!' say the farmers. 'Greenhouses! Dustbins!' moan the neighbours. And Mum says, 'A lovely old hotel!' But what about Tulip? I shall feel sorry for Tulip all my life. And guilty, too. Guilty.

I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before beginning to improve the world.

Whoever is happy will make others happy too. He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery!

Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

No one has ever become poor by giving.

Whoever is happy will make others happy.

In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.

In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.

I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!