Quotes About Compassion

Pamper the mad man.

No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.

I believe that I must do everything I can do to lessen misery. That's all I can do, and that is something enormous. It is a great power.

He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

I read her thoughts and I found the poetry inside of her, beneath the misfortune of warts and pockmarked skin, of hunched shoulders and deformed limbs. I loved her. Indeed she became, whole and entire, quite beautiful to me—. And she came to love me with her whole heart.

Evil is anything that goes against life, harms life, stifles life, destroys life. Evil is bringing harm to another person, inflicting unnecessary pain, suffering, or confusion. All evil comes from this. This is the root of all evil.

But remember the overall lesson, that your love for others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.

I'm that bad, am I?" I whispered, lips trembling. I was going to bawl again. "In all the world, with all the things humans have done, all the unspeakable horrors men have visited on other men, the unthinkable suffering of women and children worldwide at the hands of mankind, and I'm that bad!

A silence fell between us. "I loved her, you know," I said. "I loved her." "Yes, I do know," he said, "and, you see, I did not. And so this doesn't matter to me very much. What matters much more is that I love you.

we do good when we make others forget their sorrow, make them forget for a little while

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

The second thing I believe is that all of us would be human again if we could.

Actually, he had always found talk of hell highly offensive. He'd always sensed that those who did believe in hell had little or no empathy for those they assumed to be suffering there. Indeed, quite the opposite. Hellfire believers seem to delight in the idea that most of the human race would end up in just such a horrible place.

Who knows about another's love? The more you love the more you know the burnt out loss of love, the more you heed the silence of unknowing in the face of another's spiritual bondage.

Remember me not for my weakness, for my sins, or for my poor judgment. But that I loved you.

Lestat,' she said, 'it is the larger scheme which means nothing.' … 'It is the small act which means all. Of course sickness and suffering will continue after I'm gone. But what's important is that I have done all I can.

Good was above all kind; it was to be gentle. It was to waste nothing. It was to paint, to read, to study, to listen.

Let me pay the price for you instead.

There are ways to live this life, and my way has always been one of inclusion—of our own kind, of all humankind, of all spirits, of all things under the sun. It's not a virtue with me. I don't know any other way to move through the world.

When a being reveals his pain in such a torrent, you are bound to respect the whole of the tragedy.

But what endures is what has always mattered: love - that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And if there is any hope for us to ever really be good - that hope will be realized through love.

I'm a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well.

What mattered now was only that I understood what it meant to cherish others and to cherish life itself. I

Seems I'd read somewhere, or heard it in a film, that the Jews believe each life is a universe, and if you take a life, well, then you are destroying a universe. And I thought, Yes, this is true of us, this is why we must love one another, because we are each an entire world.