Tender Spot



"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."
William Shakespeare

"Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame."
 Alexander Pope

“To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world”


A number of poems, but content largely QUOTES.

"There is no greater loan than a sympathetic ear."
Frank Tyger


1.  Real Life Teddy Bears

We all need love, we all need help, we all need rescuing, this world in trouble,
And hence why it’s not long before something bursts someone’s cosy little bubble.
The gloves off now, more woes afflicting individually and collectively,
Climate change, wars, calamities, and whatever befalls us personally.

Hence all that emotional and physical pain that’s going down, we all punched
(One way or another), and why over sad or bad news many of us are hunched.
Be it the loss of a loved one, an accident, a lay off, or some health scare,
It taking its toll, and why the burdens of each other we need to help bear.

Hence that sympathy and empathy, that lending a hand, that just being there,
We all in the same battle that’s become life, it often harsh, cruel and unfair.
And hence that need of hugs, arms around the shoulder, or whatever the need be,
That midst such shows love and thought, we thus like real life teddy bears, though less hairy.

Yes, we all need love, we all need help, we all need rescuing, ill ever near,
No one untouched (one way or another), and it healing when people show care.
And thus it all hands on deck, we acting like medics, and always on standby,
Responding the moment a call goes out — though much better still, keeping an eye.

Oh, how the world needs real life teddy bears, and I mean everyone of us,
But we being teddy bears too, that all might receive the appropriate fuss.
We thus loving, helping, and even rescuing, doing what we can to ease
Any hurt, suffering or fear, thereby acting like a warming summer breeze.

By Lance Landall

2.  We're All In Life Together

Many of us struggle emotionally, requiring extra thought and care;
In other words, greater sensitivity, lest our load’s made harder to bear.
We doing our best to cope, the amount not always realised, yet try we do,
But cripples are cripples, and all why we need that extra help to make it through.

So please bear this in mind, with love in your heart, ’cause we don’t like being this way,
But life having dealt us a cruel hand, and why sometimes we frustrate or dismay.
We often needing further reassurance, greater forbearance, and why we
Sorely seek that milk of human kindness, our little world rocked so easily.

Life can be random, elderly years brutal, some things not working out, and we
Thus back to visit who might tire of us, and sometimes quite understandingly.
But such is the way it is, and more so for many of us, who so bad feel,
Aware of the unkind mutterings, which further joy and peace is seen to steal.

The truth is, that we’re all in life together, where even the well can fall ill,
Or be struck down emotionally too, having encountered reality’s chill.
And those younger years hardly stay young, all why it behoves us to take more care,
Come any who’re finding life a battle, or who might be wishing they weren’t here.

By Lance Landall

3.  Sensitive Souls

This world is full of sensitive souls who need to be treated sensitively,
Lest they somehow fall by the wayside, or suffer even more emotionally.
And oh, how these poor souls can suffer, for sensitivity and empathy
Are in short supply these days, with many others acting indifferently.

If only people would take more care, show much more thought, and go out of their way,
'Cause in the lives of the sensitive, so much anxiety such would allay.
And thereby eliminating an even greater need, for when such souls bleed,
Far more effort and assistance is required, and less success is guaranteed.

Yes, this old world is rough and tough — therefore, life’s not easy for sensitive souls,
So oft found battered and stranded due to life’s rocky outcrops and hidden shoals.
But their lot is made much harder when others display an insensitivity,
'Cause sensitive souls have sensitive hearts, hence why they’re wounded so easily.

And at the end of the day, there’s simply no need for all the wounds they receive,
Made far worse when there is little, nothing, or no one there to such pain relieve.
But rather, others who add insult to injury via insensitivity;
The shame and bane of self-absorbed, ambitious, or indifferent humanity.

By Lance Landall

4.  Careless Words

Oh yes, careless words, how they so often cause trouble, wound and defame,
Words one shouldn’t have uttered, shouldn’t have spread, words too late to reclaim.
Words that too easily flow, tales that everyone of us should shun,
They sometimes exploding like dynamite, firing as if from a gun.

Oh yes, careless words, thoughtlessly woven, cruelly knitted, wrongly said,
Words that should never have entered one’s mind, each just like an arrowhead.
Words that fall like bricks, words that crush, words that rapidly extinguish joy,
Words that obliterate happiness, words that far too often destroy.

Oh yes, careless words, snakebites, poisonous cocktails devilishly brewed,
Or words one said taken out of context, tales that facts didn’t include.
Words distorted in the telling, cleverly compelling, sowing doubt,
Words awash with error, invention, that some treachery carried out.

Oh yes, careless words, far too often said, they the bane of humankind,
Words that should never be uttered, words that should never enter one’s mind.
Words best left unspoken, discarded, drowned in self examination,
Or kindly exchanged for words of encouragement or affirmation.

By Lance Landall

5.  Brittle Shells

So many folk are damaged, their childhood having suffered somehow, and hence why
They’re often afflicted with lifelong issues, they doing their best to get by.
And as sure as night follows day, their sorry issues spill over on others,
Including their own, hence that repetition of damaged fathers and mothers.

Oh, how such folk suffer, and doubly so, critics pointing to the harm they do,
Rather than helping such innocent sufferers who’ve suffered enough, thank you.
And they, oft feeling unable to help themselves, locked in their struggles-cum-grief,
Yet desperately in need of healing balm, answers that will bring some relief.

And struggle they do, plagued by thoughts and feelings created by another’s ill,
An ill that so often cripples, and that joy and hope is soon seen to farewell.
Hence their obsessions, their fears-cum-anxieties, that behaviour that repels,
Though as I said, they as much a victim as those victims of them, brittle shells.

Yes, brittle indeed, yet far too often callously seized upon, or ignored,
Even denied help, be it due to this or that, and many agencies flawed.
All why such folk oft go unattended, they doing the best they can, but oh,
Many of them terribly handicapped, and thus their progress painfully slow.

And meantime they losing it, cursing it, even trying to explain it, and,
Trying to find ways of coping with it, pained that others just don’t understand.
Not that folk really can if not so afflicted, but hey, how many folk try?
Leaving those brittle shells feeling like oddities; then there’s those things folk imply.

No, such isn’t of their own making, and looking at things realistically,
It’s only natural that the damaged will cause damage, though not wantonly.
In other words, it’s what’s to be expected from childhood trauma or abuse,
And why when it comes to adding to their lot, even their wrong, there’s no excuse.

No one chooses to be a brittle shell, their wrong actions oft automatic,
And by that I mean, things not coming through clearly given that childhood static.
Yes, it’s okay for those of us who’ve no static on the line, hurt that distorts,
And thus has one acting in many negative ways-cum-those harmful exports.

All why I write in defence of brittle shells, they in need of much help and care,
That unconditional love that perseveres, (but nowadays seems so rare),
And that accepts folk as they are, we’re they’re at, and that’s slow to judge their mistakes,
For such folk have been left with internally damaged tools and a heart that aches.

Such why they do or don’t do some things, coping more important than protocol,
And hence how they get condemned unfairly, placed in some that’ll do pigeon hole.
Seems some folk would rather see them crack than not do this or that, (such pure cruelty),
All being why such sufferers must sometimes put themselves first, unfortunately.

Yes, survival being far more important than pleasing folk or looking the part,
And who’d have it any other way, unless they’re devoid of a loving heart.
And once again, why I write in defence of brittle shells who suffer enough;
And given how they hang in there, its surely they worthy of the title tough.

By Lance Landall

6.  Those Harder Shells

It’s so easy to get discouraged given the hurts that often come our way,
Or when our good intentions are misread, and we, so aware we’re made of clay.
But were we made of iron, or metals just as strong, far less human we would be,
And more like those who seem devoid of feelings-cum-lacking sensitivity.

And who would want to be that way, as handy as a rather hard shell might be,
For those with harder shells are more prone to developing hearts of stone, and we
Well aware of that callousness that such cold hearts exhibit-cum-much cruelty,
Or that indifference far too often seen midst the ranks of humanity.

Yes, sensitivity comes with its cost, one more painfully attuned to ill,
But we far worse off in the scheme of things if one of those with a harder shell.
For while we do need a somewhat protective coating lest cruel darts take us out,
We don’t want to end up like lizards, and thus when it comes to love, we without.

Well, perhaps not totally without, but certainly showing a deficit,
Such quickly seen where there’s a need-cum-cry-cum-where some poor soul could benefit.
And oh, how often that’s the case, those with harder shells just spouting pithy words,
Or doing little when there’s need of much; they too oft grazing with tougher herds.

By Lance Landall

7.  Helping Hands And Loving Arms

In this sad old world of ours, where hurt, pain and darkness stalk the land, and enemies are varied and many,
There’s nothing like those helping hands and loving arms — in other words, ears that truly hear, eyes that truly see.
But how rare such are, leaving so many to wash up on life’s uncaring shores, or to smash on callous rocks,
Victims of the coldness and indifference that pervades this Earth, and that strangles, smothers, thumps, shakes or mocks.

Thus, heartache flows like a swollen river, one linked to a turbulent, restless and frightening sea,
Where human shipwrecks lie prostrate on its murky floor, and encrusted with wounds that gape with acts of cruelty.
This after having been dragged down that river, tossed about like broken branches and uprooted shrubbery,
Victims of wild, drenching, stormy weather, unleashed by those with no conscience, or simply behaving selfishly.

And so it goes, that scrap-heap in life growing higher and wider, where others are dumped insensitively,
Their presence barely noticed, or only when it suits, and they, thus neglected, shunned or misused, shamefully.
Just the fodder and playthings of those who live for themselves, those who have no heart, or some wicked agenda,
In other words, anyone who in some way chooses that path and mentality that fouls the offender.

Oh, if only helping hands and loving arms represented humanity — that is, rather than the few,
They being, those who look beyond themselves, and a better, brighter world for all desire to see, and thus pursue.
Those who know that only love should dwell within each heart, and nobleness within the mind — their deeds pure and true —
And also aware that any other way just leads to injury, and in time, a dead-end avenue.

By Lance Landall

8.  Struggle Faces

Sometimes what we see is someone’s struggle face, the product of anxiety,
Particular burdens they’re bearing, which plague and spoil the lives of so many.
They robbed of the fullness of joy, hence that sad and weary struggle face we see,
Where once there was a brighter face, until along came that hurt or misery.

Yes, their brighter face hidden, unhappiness disguising, and why we see
Someone who’s a certain way, or someone who seems different, consequently.
And thus those struggle faces needing the response of a brighter face, yours or mine,
One that shows sympathy and empathy, so that in time, their face too, might shine.

By Lance Landall

9.  Lifelines

The people in this world who truly touch me, and even deeply,
Are the ones who display a touching, loving sensitivity.
They know that you have problems (unique perhaps, even complex too),
And yet, even though not understanding such, are still kind to you.

They accept your unique issues, and work around them, helpfully,
Thereby responding to your situation very thoughtfully.
They’re gentle, compassionate, caring, even display empathy,
'Cause they have a heart that responds despite your veil of mystery.

That being: Those depths that are deep within you, that no one else can know,
Where, for many struggling souls, tides of pain and heartache ebb and flow.
And where fear and gnawing anxiety threaten to overwhelm,
Because confidence and hope are no longer standing at the helm.

Oh yes, those words of reassurance, those touches that mean so much,
Are needed lifelines, that many midst their struggles eagerly clutch.
However, such lifelines can be few, and such good people rare,
They being: Those who via their selfless kindness, relief and comfort share.

Such people don’t stop to criticize, but to lend a helping hand,
Knowing that there are times in life when things don’t always go as planned,
And that life can deal us heavy blows, treat us harshly, unfairly,
And that when it does, a hand and not a boot is the therapy.

Yes, such people truly touch me, and are the kind who can reach me,
For this impartial love that they show affects me very deeply.
It’s very healing, it lifts me up, it gives me hope, helps me cope,
'Cause it’s a light in the darkness and an unconditional rope.

Likewise for other people too, who struggle emotionally
With those cold shadows of darkness that can haunt one internally.
And for whom the daily cares can often seem far too much to bear,
And who're so in need of a sensitivity that says, “I CARE.”

By Lance Landall

"Eyes that look are common, eyes that see are rare."
J. Oswald Sanders

10.  Take Up The Challenge

The tragedy is, that when some poor soul has issues, no one wants to know them,
And are quick with many excuses for backing off, or are quick to condemn.
So how do these folk get the help they need, that help that changes? Well, hopefully,
Because nothing is gained by backing off, but much by responding lovingly.

Issues aren’t the person, but simply damage that’s inside, which needs repairing,
Many of these poor souls wanting help, but because it’s not there, they despairing.
So hey, be the person that they need — well, as best you can be, lest they worsen,
For that is love, and lest they kick back at society, for who’ll be cursin’?

By Lance Landall

11.  It Matters

Hey, we’re all struggling one way or another, and have our faults and failings, so
Why aren’t we pulling together, sharing the burdens of life, all friends, no foe?
There’s so much pain and suffering, and such common to all, eventually,
Hence why we should pause where there’s such, giving support and expressing sympathy.

Yes, it matters
oh, how it matters both ill and evil lessened by such care,
We stopping to lend a hand, set someone back on their feet; and one day we there.
Oh, how such thoughtfulness makes a difference, lightens some load, brightens some day,
We all on the same spinning planet, and why what goes ’round comes ’round, Nature’s way.

By Lance Landall

12.  Kind And Tender

Always be kind and tender, a lover of good and never an offender,
But rather, a ready Samaritan, a generous giver and lender,
Someone who’s a protector, a loving soul with a sound, compassionate heart,
Proof positive that there’s a God, hater of cruelty and every black art.

Yes, always be kind and tender, your touch warm and feather-like, a healing balm,
Your concern and sacrifice mirroring selfless wounds on Someone’s feet, each palm,
Your presence noteworthy, desired, sought, and your words and acts straight from the heart,
Proof positive you’re no devil, but a lover of mercy, any good art.

And I say it again, always be kind and tender, your understanding full,
You having listened to all, and your own pain responding to another’s call,
Urgent tap or pull;
For as we suffer, so we relate, becoming even more kind and tender,
And may we remain so, regardless of someone’s race, religion or gender.

By Lance Landall

13.  Hospital Humanity

A stay in hospital, short or long, and an operation, will have you see
A microcosm of critical humanitarian activity.
Those operating theatres always busy, and recovery rooms too,
Many people having been rescued from misery — though such, others still due.

There's always a needy queue, and therefore, nurses, doctors and surgeons on call,
And I thinking, why isn’t the world a hospital, dedicated to all?
Yes, everyone attended to, and thus love, thought and care always busy,
We all kind of nurses, doctors and surgeons — yes, hospital humanity.

By Lance Landall

14.  Behind The Heroic Facade

People may well appear fine, but underneath and behind the scene, it not so,
They even acting the proverbial clown — yes, it kind of on with the show.
But in reality, it quite another story, a sad, heartbreaking scene,
A lonely struggle, a battle, which behind the heroic facade isn’t seen.

However, there may be signs, which only the caring observer sees and notes
(Or those who’re fellow clowns), their inner sadness covered by specially made coats.
They doing their best, finding whatever props, but really and truly in need
Of loving human intervention — yes, thought and care, and why for them I plead.

By Lance Landall

15.  NEVER!

There’s few people who get through this life unscarred, one way or another, sadly,
Childhood trauma, things along the way — Yes, life having treated many badly.
And they’re found everywhere, in or out a church, the whole world full of cripples,
And it’s no wonder given the variously caused or plotted evils and ills.

All of which calls for thought and care, many barely managing, thus so in need,
Their eyes reflecting heavy burdens, their facial expressions seeming to plead.
And surely love compelling us to respond, we all in need along the way,
Pain coming to us all, somehow, somewhere, sometime, or things that heavily weigh.

And so, darkness needing friendly lights, burdens needing helping hands; and pain wise
Any healing balm — yes, anything that will ease those worries, burdens and cries.
And hopefully, there no bias in our response, but whoever, wherever,
No one left to battle on their own, no one left to fall unnoticed — no, NEVER!

By Lance Landall

TENDER SPOT is a special little corner on my website where I am placing anything that expresses loving concern for others, somewhere to go when you're feeling tender emotionally, and where tender thoughts are expressed that display empathy for the wounded and struggling.

Personally, I'm not a lover of platitudes (that pie in the sky stuff), but rather, that which really speaks to the situation — yes, that which bares its soul, that which speaks in defence of, and on behalf of, all who've been mistreated, and/or are deeply pained, and that above all, shows empathy rather than those "Pick yourself up" or "Smile and the world smiles with you" quips or quotes, which while they have their place, certainly aren't desired nor required here.

And hence the following comments I came across:

Platitudes are often ways of not entering into the actual suffering of the other person. They are ways of avoiding the intense emotional anguish that the other person feels. Tossing a platitude into the life of another is often a way of saying "Your suffering isn't all that important; get over it." And the implication is, "You are interfering with the daily routine of life."
From an article by Mark Miller entitled "Pious Platitudes Turn Friends Into Tormentors."

The truest measure of friendship, love, and humanity is the ability to reach out to that person who is feeling overwhelmed and is hurting. Not with platitudes and Bible verses but with genuine care and support.
Renee Hendricks

And then after the platitudes have been said and embedded solidly into the tired and frazzled minds of the wounded souls, the silence comes. The phone doesn’t ring, the emails stop, the texts stop texting...But there is no more precious gift we can give than the gift and time of our presence and ability to sit, be present and listen with no compulsion to fix or solve.
Mary T. Kelly

Alternative poem.

16.  Mind Those Platitudes

Though platitudes may contain wisdom, they’re often shallow and trite, and when used inappropriately, they can simply aggravate one’s plight, 'cause midst a serious situation, or one’s personal tribulation, such pithiness is far to flippant and light.
Though better to roll with any punches in our life, though better to positively face troubles and strife, though better to reset our sails amidst life’s gales, it’s much easier said than done, hence why so many succumb, for oft a burden is more than one can bear, and if supportive, loving, and caring folk aren’t there, or nothing but pithy words and platitudes share, a burden can become more burdensome, and the bearer of that burden may cease to persevere, even take their life — and that suicides are rife, is certainly very clear.
Yes, pious platitudes can turn friends into tormentors — well, so-called friends, anyway — who rather than lending a hand, and trying to understand, or empathy convey, often take the easy way out, and their shallowness thereby shout, 'cause all they offer is platitudes (oft the result of certain attitudes), that rather than ease or heal, even impatience reveal — such acting just like a clout.
Yes, platitudes are simply that, just platitudes, which midst deep suffering and pain, neither ease nor even explain, and which, instead of helping one on their way, recovery may even delay, for it’s not just words they need (though not those over which they may brood and bleed), but a listening ear, support and empathy, come caring humanity — yes, just being there.

By Lance Landall


"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor to measure words but to pour them all out, just as it is, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keeping what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away."
Dinah Maria Craik her quote oft attributed to George Elliot by mistake (whose real name was Mary Anne Evans).

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."
Henri J.M. Nouwen

"It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light, it scattered the night, and made the day worth living."

“Empathy is a respectful understanding of what others are experiencing. Instead of offering empathy, we often have a strong urge to give advice or reassurance and to explain our own position or feeling.  Empathy, however, calls upon us to empty our mind and listen to others with our whole being."
Marshall Rosenberg

"There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment."
Robert Brault

"Life's most persistent and urgent question is, What are you doing for others?"
Martin Luther King, Jr. 

"Make no judgements where you have no compassion."
Anne McCaffrey.

"Never look down on anybody unless you're helping them up."
Jesse Jackson

"Charity sees the need, not the cause."
German Proverb

"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."

Leo Buscaglia

"Empathy depends not only on one's ability to identify someone else's emotions but also on one's capacity to put oneself in the other person's place and to experience an appropriate emotional response"
Charles G. Morris

"A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves."
Simone Weil

“The ocean is made of drops."
Mother Teresa

“Let your heart feel for the afflictions and distress of everyone.”
George Washington

"I believe that this neglected, wounded, inner child of the past is the major source of human misery."
John Bradshaw

"Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load."
Charles Henry Parkhurst

"There is no greater loan than a sympathetic ear."
Frank Tyger

"Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after."
William Shakespeare

"Simple explanations of the cause of emotional illness just don't exist, because we are all fearfully and wonderfully--and differently--made. To say that an emotionally ill person is totally and personally responsible for his or her problem because of personal choices and actions is tantamount to saying that someone with diabetes or heart disease chose to be ill. Personal responsibility plays a part in emotional illness, but in almost every case it is only one piece of the puzzle."
Dwight L. Carlson, M.D.

"The heart has eyes that the brain knows nothing of."
Charles Henry Parkhurst

"All great discoveries are made by men whose feelings run ahead of their thinking."
Charles Henry Parkhurst

"If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."
Emily Dickinson

"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."
 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
Kahlil Gibran

"There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

"Someone to tell it to is one of the fundamental needs of human beings."
Miles Franklin

"We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet."
Robert Brault

"Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys."
Alphonse de Lamartine

"I have always found that mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice."
Abraham Lincoln

"When a person is down in the world, an ounce of help is better than a pound of preaching."
Edward G. Bulwer Lytton

"No stranger to trouble myself, I am learning to care for the unhappy."

"The capacity to care is the thing that gives life its deepest meaning and significance."
Pablo Casals

"Never believe that a few caring people can't change the world. For, indeed, that's all who ever have."
Margaret Mead

"A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Sometimes the people who hurt us the most are people who were hurt more than us."

"I'm not very good
At this Game called Life
For I've not learned to see children crying
Without feeling pain
For I've not learned to watch animals destroyed
Without wondering why
For I've not yet met a king or a celebrity
That I would bow down to
Or a man so insignificant
That I would use for a stepping-stone
For I've not learned to be a 'yes man'
To narrow minded bosses
Who quote rules without reason
And I've not learned to manipulate
The feelings of others
To be used for my own advantages
Then cast aside as I see fit
No, I'm not very good
At this Game called Life
And if everything goes well
Maybe I never will be."
Javan, American author and poet

"Where there is great love there are always miracles."
Willa Cather

"The greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the development of love and compassion. The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being."
Tenzin Gyatso

"A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track... an inch between wreck and smooth, rolling prosperity."
Henry Ward Beecher

"People need loving the most when they deserve it the least."
John Harrison

"A stiff apology is a second insult. The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt."
G.K. Chesteron

"What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?"
George Elliott

"The tears I feel today
I'll wait to shed tomorrow.
Though I'll not sleep this night
Nor find surcease from sorrow.
My eyes must keep their sight:
I dare not be tear-blinded.
I must be free to talk
Not choked with grief, clear-minded.
My mouth cannot betray
The anguish that I know.
Yes, I'll keep my tears til later:
But my grief will never go."
Anne McCaffrey

"How sad it is that we give up on people who are just like us."
Fred Rogers

“There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion, that if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble, drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.”
Henry Wadsworth

"Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them."
Dalai Lama

"The soul of conversation is sympathy."
Thomas Campbell

"Nothing increases the respect and gratitude of one man for another more than when he is heard exactly and with interest."
R. Umbach

"Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not."
Samuel Johnson

"True friendship isn't about being there when it's convenient; it's about being there when it's not."


"A smile cures the wounding of a frown."
William Shakespeare 

"Kindly words, sympathizing attentions, watchfulness against wounding men's sensitiveness — these cost very little, but they are priceless in their value."
Frederick W. Robertson

"Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."
Unsure of source

"Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another. "
Joseph Addison 

“A critic is someone who never actually goes to the battle, yet who afterwards comes out shooting the wounded.” Tyne Daly

"Kindness is loving people more than they deserve."
Joseph Joubert

“A true friend
knows your weaknesses
but shows you your strengths;
feels your fears
but fortifies your faith;
sees your anxieties
but frees your spirit;
recognizes your disabilities
but emphasizes your possibilities.”
William Ward

"Where there's sorrow there's depth."
The Author

"Another's need is another's test."
The Author

"There are no two friends like empathy and sympathy."
The Author

"He cannot heal who has not suffered much,
For only a sufferer sorrow understands;
They will not come for healing at our touch
Who have not seen the scars upon our hands."
Edwin McNeill Poteat, Stigmata.

“Don’t let someone’s rough patch and consequent out of character behaviour give you the wrong measure of them.”
The Author

“Words are nice, but arms are always better.”
The Author

“Midst our loneliness, there are others who’re very lonely too, and the answer oft lying in the seeking.”
The Author

"Don’t let an indifferent breeze snuff the flame of your candle."
The Author

"Help is sometimes found in unexpected places."
The Author

"When all hope seems gone, miracles come into their own."
The Author

"Where love's not seen it's hardly been."
The Author


Christian Section

When You're Feeling Like A Child

When you’re feeling like a child, in this world that’s rough and wild, please take heart, dear friend,
’Cause there’s a God who truly cares, and who understands all your fears, soon to end.
And there beside Him you will be, and right throughout eternity, safe and sound,
Another soul who braved it all, responded to the Master’s call, lost yet found.

Oh, that precious blood of Calvary hue, which flowed with love for you, say “Amen,”
’Cause there’s no greater thought and care, and why your sins He sought to bear, hence my pen.
Yes, you’re the apple of His eye, and all why He’s seen to sigh, longingly,
Aware of all that troubles you, and hence His angels too, so home you’ll be.

By Lance Landall

"And yet the fact remains that there is no conceivable way of proving that we love God other than by loving men. And there is no conceivable way of proving that we love men than by doing something for those who most need help."

William Barclay

"Little is much if God is in it."
Kittie J. Suffield

"Fits of depression come over the most of us. Cheerful as we may be, we must at intervals be cast down. The strong are not always vigorous, the wise not always ready, the brave not always courageous, and the joyous not always happy. 
There may be here and there men of iron to whom wear and tear work no perceptible detriment, but surely the rust frets even these; and as for ordinary men, the Lord knows and makes them to know that they are but dust.

Knowing by most painful experience what deep depression of spirit means, being visited therewith at seasons by no means few or far between, I thought it might be consolatory to some of my brethren if I gave my thoughts thereon, that younger men might not fancy that some strange thing had happened to them when they became for a season possessed by melancholy; and that sadder men might know that one upon whom the sun has shone right joyously did not always walk in the light.
It is not necessary by quotations from the biographies of eminent ministers to prove that seasons of fearful prostration have fallen to the lot of most, if not all, of them. The life of Luther might suffice to give a thousand instances, and he was by no means of the weaker sort. His great spirit was often in the seventh heaven of exultation, and as frequently on the borders of despair. His very deathbed was not free from tempests, and he sobbed himself into his last sleep like a greatly wearied child."
Charles Spurgeon

"Hereby perceive we the love of God, because He laid down His life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren." How often I think of that 'ought.' No sugary sentiment there. Just the stern, glorious trumpet call, OUGHT.
Amy Carmichael

"We must never minimize the suffering of another. Scripture's mandate to us is, "Weep with them that weep." (Romans 12:15, KJV) "
Billy Graham

"The first service one owes to others in the fellowship consists in listening to them. Just as love of God begins in listening to His Word, so the beginning of love for the brethren is learning to listen to them. It is God's love for us that He not only gives us His Word but lends us His ear. So it is His work that we do for our brother when we learn to listen to him."
Dietrich Bonhoeffer

"Kind words, kind looks, kind acts and warm handshakes, these are means of grace when men in trouble are fighting their unseen battles."
John Hall

"People often find to their horror that the most agonizing aspect of a painful trial is the well-meaning remarks and advice of fellow Christians."
Grantly Morris

The following poem by Helen Steiner Rice is called "Everyone Needs Someone"

People need people and friends need friends
And we all need love for a full life depends
Not on vast riches or great acclaim
Not on success or on worldly fame
But just in knowing that someone cares
And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers
For only the knowledge that we're understood
Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good
And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need
When we "lock up our hearts" and fail to heed
The outstretched hand reaching to find
A kindred spirit whose heart and mind
Are lonely and longing to somehow share
Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware
That life's completeness and richness depends
On the things we share with our loved ones
and friends.

When feeling rejected by God, remember that He died for you warts and all, and that He knows how stubborn warts can be.

When tempted to think that God's not there, remember that His angels always are, and that they know you're mistaken.

When feeling devoid of strength to carry on, remember that God never expected you to carry your own burdens but to leave them with Him.
The Author

The following poem by May Riley Smith is called "Sometime."

Sometime, when all life’s lessons have been learned,
And sun and stars forevermore have set,
The things which our weak judgments here have spurned,
The things o’er which we grieved with lashes wet,
Will flash before us out of life’s dark night,
As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue;
And we shall see how all God’s plans are right,
And how what seemed reproof was love most true.

Then be content poor heart;
God’s plans, like lilies pure and white, unfold;
we must not tear the close-shut leaves apart,—
Time will reveal the chalices of gold.
And if, through patient toil, we reach the land
Where tired feet, with sandals loosed, may rest,
When we shall clearly see and understand,
I think that we will say, “God knew the best!”

"He heareth the cry of the afflicted" (Job 34:28, KJV).

"Christ's death on Calvary came with a promise: You can trust Me."
The Author

"My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; He is mine forever"
(Ps 73:26, NLT).

The following hymn by Helen H. Lemmel is called "Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus."

O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
O’er us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conqu’rors we are!

His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!