Quotes About Compassion

COMMUNISM When I give food to the poor they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food they call me a communist. Helder Camara

Well, you know, whatever works works. If, you know, if laying your hands on someone and giving them healing makes them feel better, what does it hurt? It's a good thing.

You're not hurt, are you?" "Only my delicate sensibilities.

You have a funny way of showing how much you don't like me." "I don't like gophers, either, but I wouldn't leave one to suffer. I'd shoot it to put it out of its misery.

As no man is beyond God's mercy, so none can be beyond mine[.]

He loved me and didn't want me hurt. What was worse, he didn't even understand that I had the right to be hurt.

It was a small bothy, one step brought us to meet in the midst of it; my arms were around him, and his around me, the strong right arm and the maimed left that felt sapless and brittle as a bit of dead stick, and we held fast together, and wept somewhat, each into the hollow of the other's shoulder. Maybe it is easier to weep when one grows old, than it was in the flower of life.

Watching the Commander's hands on the bandage, it seemed to Beric more than ever strange and wonderful that Justinius should do this for him, a galley slave; should do it as though he cared. That was the most wonderful thing; not that Justinius should dress his wrist, but that he should do it as though he cared.

Do not be doing that for me," Osca said, "for if it were you lying there, and I standing over you, do you think it's one tear I'd be weeping for you?" "I know well enough that you would not, for Dearmid O'Dyna stands between us even now," said Finn, "But as for me, I will weep for whom I choose to weep for!

we held fast together, and wept somewhat, each into the hollow of the other's shoulder. Maybe it is easier to weep when one grows old, than it was in the flower of life. The strength ebbs, or the wisdom grows ...

it looked as if we were all connected by my husband's suicide, it was in fact love which connected us.

she told me that it was okay to be sensitive but that this world wasn't kind to people like me.

Any harsh words – spoken or even read somewhere – made me cringe and caused physical pain.

one human being is not, and can never be, responsible for another human being's decision to end their own life.

If you're ever tempted by suicidal thoughts, stop and really think about what this will do to your dog. Because your dog will never be the same.

Don't fear the terrorists. They're mothers and fathers.

We will never bring peace at the hands of war. As a species we have to rise above it.

I'm not asking that people accept homosexuality. I'm not asking that they believe like I do that it's inborn. I'm not asking that. All I'm saying is don't let these children suffer without a family because of your bias.

Maybe compassion is compulsion, creativity is insanity. If this is so, then is craziness a good thing, the source of our humanity?

Things don't matter, people do

Anything that makes it easier to understand, makes it a little easier to bear.

The problem was to love people, try to serve them, without wanting anything from them. I was a long way from solving that one.

If you can't pass on a little loving-kindness in this world, you might as well be a gopher in a hole.

If your child isn't following through, it's probably not because she won't but because she can't.