Quotes About Compassion

Wenn Du vor mir stehst und mich ansiehst, was weißt Du von den Schmerzen, die in mir sind und was weiß ich von den Deinen. Und wenn ich mich vor Dir niederwerfen würde und weinen und erzählen, was wüsstest Du von mir mehr als von der Hölle, wenn Dir jemand erzählt, sie ist heiß und fürchterlich. Schon darum sollten wir Menschen voreinander so ehrfürchtig, so nachdenklich, so liebend steh'n wie vor dem Eingang zur Hölle.

We are like abandoned children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the Gate of Hell.

Le ha salvado y al hacerlo se ha sacrificado

It's a mistake. How can any person in general be guilty? We're all human after all, each and every one of us.

Cómo soportas este mundo, noble corazón y dulces entrañas?

Veien til medmennesket er for meg svært lang

He has a hunger for people, the way a born doctor does.

It seems like I'm overly concerned to place the information officer in a good light, the young woman said softly in K.'s ear, as they approached the hallway, but believe me, what I say is true. He's not hard-hearted. It's not his duty to accompany sick parties out and yet he does, as you can see. Perhaps none of us is hard-hearted, perhaps we'd all like to help, but as court officials it can easily appear that we're heard-hearted and don't want to help anyone. That really bothers me.

Cuánto la hemos hecho sufrir por tu forma de ser y cuánto la hiciste tú sufrir por la nuestra!, sin considerar las ocasiones en que tenías razón, porque ella nos protegía, a pesar de que esa protección ha debido muchas veces ser una especie de respuesta subconsciente, manifiesta y silenciosa contra tu autoritarismo. (p. 39)

Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.

We've not reached the promised land. We're still wandering around, bumping into each other in the wilderness of ignorance and hate. That is why the King holiday is so important.

The gospel of Jesus Christ is all about people. It's about leaving the ninety and nine and going into the wilderness after those who are lost. It's about bearing one another's burdens, with the ultimate burden anyone can bear being walking through this life without light.

Humans pull together in an odd way when they're in the wilderness. It's astonishing how few people litter and how much they help one another. Indeed, the smartphone app to navigate the Pacific Crest Trail, Halfmile, is a labor of love by hikers who make it available as a free download.

Sometimes I think God loves the ones who most desperately ache and are most desperately lost - his or her wildest, most messed-up children - the way you'd ache and love a screwed-up rebel daughter in juvenile hall.

When you are kind to someone in trouble, you hope they'll remember and be kind to someone else. And it'll become like a wildfire.

If you can reach out and touch and love and be with wildlife, you will forever be changed, and you will want to make the world a better place.

I'd like to one day be featured on a list of inspirational people who have made a difference in the world, whether it be helping underprivileged people or putting an end to the poaching of wildlife in Africa.

I know that Daddy had an important job. He was working to change the world so everyone would love wildlife like he did. He built a hospital to help animals, and he bought lots of land to give animals a safe place to live.

I don't eat animals. I rescue strays and take injured pigeons to the wildlife rehab. I carry spiders and wasps outside in a cup covered with a 3x5 card. It would only follow that I'd take pause when contemplating the abrupt and apparently brutal ending of a tiny human being's life, or even a potential human being's life.

My mother early on taught us to respect all animals, and I mean all animals - not just cats and dogs but rats and snakes and spiders and fish and wildlife, so I really grew up believing they are just like us and just as deserving of consideration.

I just can't remember a time when I wasn't involved with animals and wildlife.

Our message, without preaching, is how to treat wildlife and to have empathy for all animals.

I'm a cat person, I'm a dog person, I work in wildlife rescue.

I have a deep compassion for the idea that it's okay to be myself. The idea that anything 'other' is bad and wrong and broken is so wildly off base.