Quotes About Compassion

My doctor is nice; every time I see him, I'm ashamed of what I think of doctors in general.

Married and unmarried women waste a great deal of time in feeling sorry for each other.

It is not noble to return evil for evil, at no time ought we to do an injury to our neighbors.

We ought so to behave to one another as to avoid making enemies of our friends, and at the same time to make friends of our enemies.

I had the idea to become really emotionally detached, and a lot of the time I've treated people that I've cared about a lot really unfairly.

Once you spend time with [the afflicted], you start recognizing them as individuals, as opposed to lumping them in with everybody else who might have those symptoms.

In my world there's no room for hate or discrimination in the White House. I will be an outspoken voice against that every time.

If you do a good job for others, you heal yourself at the same time.

The profound immoralities of our time are cruelty, indifference, injustice and the use of others as means rather than ends in themselves.

It's never really been that hard for me. I've never had any desire to eat meat. In fact, when I was a kid I would have a really difficult time eating meat at all.

This time we aren't fighting the Yankees, we're fighting our friends. But remember this, no matter how bitter things get, they're still our friends and this is still our home.

I believe that we can heal Rwanda - and our world - by healing one heart at a time.

I cannot remember a time when the Golden Rule was not my motto and precept, the torch that guided my footsteps.

So we gave the afternoon some sanity after all and I wonder, Uncle Andrew, is life sane, as we tried to make it? Or is it insanity, as it was yesterday on the Gerard plantation? And why don't more people try to make it sane? Or if it is full of sanity for them, why do they try to rip that sanity to pieces and impose their form of insanity? Can you help me understand?

I can't do it, Uncle Richard, I said. You can. You have it in you to do it. You're a good person. I'm not. I don't want to be a good person. I started to cry. He held me close then. And what he said surprised me. What makes you think any of us want to be good people, Ebie? You know, I never agreed with these Puritan preachers, who tell us we're all inherently bad. I think we're all inherently good. And we fight against it, all our lives.

When you learn about someone, hear their stories, you tote them around. They flow in your blood and your dreams. They become a part of you.

I'm a patient man, Ebie. I had to learn that in prison. But I learned other things, too. That there is so much trouble in this world, we need to do everything we can, every day of our lives, to stop trouble from happening. Not cause it.

He knows the most important language of all. Human compassion.

Quando comecei a escrever histórias policiais verídicas, prometi a mim mesma que me lembraria que escrevo sobre a perda de seres humanos. Torço para que meu trabalho possa de alguma maneira salvar possíveis vítimas, alertar do perigo.

And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

But Marisa already knew the answer and it was too late for recrimination. The chance of even a rational discussion of the problem was forever shut out of Mama's brain. A brutal bastard was steadily sucking the intelligence and the very life from the mother who had once been witty, wise and loving. The scourge had a name Marisa had come to equate with hell: Alzheimer's Disease.

How we react to the tragedy of one small person accurately reflects our attitude towards a whole nationality, and increasing the numbers doesn't change much.

Do you still think the world is vast? That if there is a conflagration in one place it does not have a bearing on another, and that you can sit it out in peace on your veranda admiring your absurd petunias?

Our love of lockstep is our greatest curse, the source of all that bedevils us. It is the source of homophobia, xenophobia, racism, sexism, terrorism, bigotry of every variety and hue, because it tells us there is one right way to do things, to look, to behave, to feel, when the only right way is to feel your heart hammering inside you and to listen to what its timpani is saying.