Quotes About Compassion

Miss B. says, It's a mama's faith what keeps her children right. I'm not talkin' 'bout the churchgoin' kind, neither. Miss Mabel's got faith in goodness. Tell me you can't help but believe in it too just by lookin' at her.

Nothing to it. You treat folk the way you'd want to be treated, and you can't go far wrong.

Nobility is shown not by the respect one is given by the highest, but the respect one gives to the lowly.

The least a leader can do is to share the burdens of his people. I have little other comfort to give them.

You are too full of your own hopes to hold anyone else's.

Sand dan Glokta, shield to the helpless. Is it ever too late to be . . . a good man?

You treat folk the way you'd want to be treated, and you can't go far wrong. That's what my father told me. Forgot that advice, for a long time, and I done things I can never make up for. Still, it doesn't hurt to try. My experience? You get what you give, in the end.

I despise violence. It is the last tool of feeble minds.

His lip began to tremble and he covered his face with his hands. 'My fault . . . if something were to happen to her . . .' His shoulders shook silently, and Glokta raised his eyebrows. He was used to men crying in his presence of course. But I usually have at least to show them the instruments first.

you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

But there's so much to feel sorry for in the world. Can't waste too much on folk who act like pricks.

Anyone can face ease and success with confidence. It is the way we face trouble and misfortune that defines us. Self-pity goes with selfishness, and there is nothing more to be deplored in a leader than that. Selfishness belongs to children, and to half-wits. A great leader puts others before himself. You would be surprised how acting so makes it easier to bear one's own troubles. In order to act like a King, one need only treat everyone else like one.

Ain't they people too, though?" muttered Beck, thinking of the face of that Union man lying dead in the shack yesterday. "Just like us?" Whirrun squinted across at him. "More than likely they are. But if you start thinking like that, well… you'll get no one killed at all.

I see you hurt your face." She shrugged. "I fell. I'm a clumsy fool." "I know how you feel. I'm such a fool I knocked half my teeth out and hacked my leg to useless pulp. Look at me now, a cripple. It's amazing where a little foolishness can take you, if it goes unchecked. We clumsy types should stick together, don't you think?" She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, stroking the bruises on her jaw. "Yes," she said, "I suppose we should.

No hay nada como contemplar la desgracia ajena para olvidarse de la propia.

Hay que dar a los demás el mismo trato que uno querría recibir,

Nadie tiene mucho tiempo, y el tiempo que pasas compadeciéndote es tiempo perdido.

It's a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.

And he wasn't without sympathy for their cause, up to a point. Freedom and justice and so on, who doesn't like that stuff, in principle?

La gente prefiere creer que el mundo está lleno de maldad antes que de mala suerte, egoísmo y estupidez.

He had helped her, often. Financial assistance, from the good of his heart. That was why he kept coming here. To help these poor girls, driven into lives of debauchery by the harsh times. If they wished to express their natural gratitude, he would not demean them by refusing.

It's worth giving your enemies a chance. They know they can't expect one and might be thankful for it." Rikke frowned sideways. "Friends are much harder to please.

In hard times, it's easy to become hard. But here was a man who always looked for the best in folk. Didn't always find it, but never gave up looking. Wasted no time polishing his own name. Singing his own songs. Didn't have to.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first,