Quotes About Compassion

The trouble is, you and Mrs. Lynde don't understand one another, she explained. That is always what is wrong when people don't like each other. I didn't like Mrs. Lynde at first either; but as soon as I came to understand her I learned to.

There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves–so much in men and women, so much in art and literature, and for which to be thankful

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own

And when people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always

I shall govern by affection.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older — how to forgive.

Hate is only love that missed its way.

The law holds man in bondage; love makes him free.

No pain can be greater than the pain of one person. [...] In other words, no suffering can be greater than that of one human being. [...} The whole planet cannot suffer more than a lone soul.

One cannot reasonably be angry even at Hitler, let alone at God.

Si reconocemos que equivocarse es propio del hombre, ¿no es una crueldad sobrehumana la justicia?

Prima di guidicare la mia vita o il mio carattere, metti ti le mie scarpe, percorri il cammmino, che ho prcorso io. Vivi il mio dolore, i miei dubbi, le mie risate. Vivi gli anni che ho vissuto e caddi la dove ho caduto io e rialzati come ho fatto io.

come se parimenti dalle proprie sofferenze vi fosse abilitato. E se gli altri non gli fanno il bene quasi per dovere, egli li accusa, e di tutto il male ch'egli fa quasi per diritto, facilmente si scusa.

Whoever understands the game of life can no longer fool himself, but if you cannot fool yourself, you can no longer derive any pleasure or enjoyment from life. And so it goes, my work is full of compassion, bitter compassion for all those who fool themselves. But this compassion cannot help but be followed by ferocious derision of a destiny that condemns man to deception. And this succinctly is the reason for the bitterness of my art, and also my life.

Words are the only bread we can really share.

If it was the Border Patrol's job to apprehend lawbreakers, it was equally their duty to save the lost and the dying.

Não existem patriotas em filas de hospitais.

When you talk about love, and family, invariably too you are talking about compassion. This would include the notion that we are all just lumped together, and tolerance is a virtue.

It never ceased to amaze me how much I could hate the world when I wasn't stoned. It seemed such a hostile place. And yet, get a good blast in me, and my love for humanity was abundant.

Forgiving's a choice you make—a gift you give to somebody even if they don't deserve it. It costs nothing, but it makes you feel rich for giving it away.

You don't know me, but I know about you...I can't make you live longer. I can't stop you from hurting. But I can give you one wish, as someone did for me.

People can't help the way they look, just the way they act.

What art is asked of us? The gift offered is different for each but all are equal in grandeur. To paint, draw, dance, compose. To write songs, poems, letters, diaries, prayers. To set a violet on the sill; stitch a quilt; bake bread; plant marigolds, beans, apple trees. To follow the track of the forest elk, the neighborhood coyote, the cupboard mouse. To open the windows, air the beds, sweep clean the corners. To hold the child's hand, listen to the vagrant's story, paint the

Kindness is both wild and wise.