Quotes About Compassion

went on, sweet, and demure, and winding to a compassionate finale. I know your pain. I know. But madness isn't for you. It never was. You're the one who never goes mad.

It was so simple to smile at him; he deserved one's tenderest smile.

Sí - le dije en voz baja -, este es el máximo mal: que hasta podemos llegar tan lejos como amarnos, tú y yo ¿Quién más nos podría mostrar una partícula de amor, una pizca de compasión o misericordia?¿Quién más, conociéndonos como nosotros nos conocemos, podría hacer algo más que destruirnos? Y, sin embargo, nos podemos amar.

I want you, the great breaker of rules, to forgive that I have broken yours.

Open your ears, my darling; listen to their prayers; listen to the silence of those who've learned to pray for nothing. For nothing has always been their portion, whatever the name of their nation, their city, their tribe.

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.

A greedy sense of goodness overcame me that I wasn't damned. I felt too much love.

As I looked at the child on the bed, I forgot the language of guilt and recrimination.

And so there was this enigmatic creature in a good likeness. A creature asking for sympathy.

It was you who said that a new illumination, one of reason and ethics and genuine compassion, had come again, after dark centuries of bloody religion, to give forth not only its light but its warmth.

Love we need, and love can make us forget and forgive the savagery, as perhaps nothing else can.

But what endures is what has always mattered: love—that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And

Todos llevamos en nuestro corazón la semilla del odio hacia lo que es distinto. No tienen que enseñarnos esos sentimientos. Lo que tenemos que aprender es a no sucumbir a ellos. Los llevamos en la sangre; pero en nuestras mentes anida la caridad y el amor para superarlos.

You are a creature like me, I wanted to say. We are monsters and we can put our arms around each other. What are they, my guests, but tender things.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always there.

But when you feel as if you are but a dry leaf carried by the endless winds of time, and you can bear the thought of what seems like a haphazard wandering no longer, you must go where there is pain and seek to alleviate it.

There is no weakness in grief. There is no weakness in love.

would toss a mission in favor of a woman's life.

He wasn't sure why or how, but he… cared about her. He could be the worst possible bastard, but something stopped him from being that callous, and the thought disturbed him. Was he growing soft? Becoming kind?

You could really feel physically wounded if someone hurt your feelings badly enough.

Epictetus say that everything has two handles, one by which it can be borne and one which it cannot. If your brother sins against you, he says, don't take hold of it by the wrong he did you but by the fact that he's your brother. That's how it can be borne.

I really believe that most people who seem scary are just sad.

Abby had a little trick that she used any time Red acted like a cranky old codger. She reminded herself of the day she had fallen in love with him.

This is what families do for each other—hide a few uncomfortable truths, allow a few self-deceptions. Little kindnesses." "And little cruelties," he said.