Quotes About Compassion

Her pain came from inside herself, from her resentment of the contrariness and frustration of life, while his came most often from outside himself, growing inevitably from his compassion. It was a simplification of the difference between them to say that to the selfish comfort comes from the external things, while to the selfless consolation comes interiorly, but that was the way Daphne put it to herself.

now her compassion had been pierced and set flowing; it felt as though her life's blood were running away.

There was no resentment in her manner, for acceptance and not resentment was the essence of her...

The shabby frock coat that Dr. Ozanne wore for work in the surgery was none too clean either, and there was a slight tremor about his hands, as he tried to bring a little order into the litter on his desk, that Marianne had not noticed before. . . . She had been right. His practice was not going to improve. He would never be a successful doctor. Yet the moment he turned his attention to the boy, she had to admit that there are two ways of being a successful doctor.

These were the best moments of marriage, these times when the surface irritations fell away and each gave to the other what the other needed.

He saw now that [compassion] was the very first necessity, always and everywhere, and should flow between all men, always and everywhere. Men lived with their nearest and dearest and knew little of them, and strangers passing by in the street were as impersonal as trees walking, and all the while there was this deep affinity, for all men suffered.

It takes a happy marriage to make light of small things.

Mrs. Loraine's] sweet lips folded themselves into a straight line, and Stella thought briefly how odd it was that thinking differently about God tended to make even the nicest people not very sympathetic towards each other.

Though they were life of her life she regarded her adored grandchildren with a certain detachment. The gulf of time was so wide between them that she could not fully share their thoughts or their outlook, their torments or their battles, which were of their generation and not of hers; she could only love them and tend them and make for them a refuge to which they could fly when those same thoughts and struggles had wearied them beyond endurance.

That was the trouble with Mrs. Hepplewhite's kindness. Once let loose it was like a roaring cataract and one had to be very strong to stand against the current and live.

Nobody can see pain. They have no frame of reference for pain that's happening to someone else. They can only see inactivity - which they interpret as laziness.

There's something about her," Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her.

It was a strange thing, this feeling of empathy. He'd never experienced it before. He realized that what hurt this woman hurt him as well, that what made her bleed caused a hemorrhage of pain within his soul.

He treasured her, treasured her tears, treasured her love for others. Her heart might even be big enough to fill that empty space in his own chest. Perhaps she could be his heart as well.

Sit down and tell me everything, child. Hurt feelings and hopeless despair are no match for tea and biscuits.

It seemed awful that the only things she knew about him were those that made him miserable.

Aber weißt du,' fuhr sie fort, 'keine von uns steckt in ihrer Haut. So sehr uns das Wohl anderer Menschen am Herzen liegt, wir können nicht ihr Leben leben. Jeder kann nur das tun, was ihm möglich ist. Es mag mehr sein, als das, was wir, also du oder ich, tun könnten, oder auch weniger, aber meistens ist es etwas anderes.

When people marry awful people, just be grateful that you aren't them – either of them.

Mum could be a nurse,' he said, anxious to include her (she'd been jolly decent

He always -- or always tried -- to do things from larger principles, not out of what he felt about people, or any particular people, but what he thought people ought to feel about -- humanity. He wasn't really interested in people singly or personally.

Love which cries out, And wants the world to understand, Is love that holds itself in doubt. For love is quiet, and love is kind.

Right and wrong, I learned that day, could not really be taught after all, only felt.

None of us are perfect, for which reason we should heed the voice of charity when it whispers in our ears, "Do not magnify the imperfections of others.

I loved reading the Dalai Lama's words: "My religion is loving-kindness." I realized that meant loving-kindness to everyone in my life: past, present, and future; and that meant loving-kindness to myself--in my pain, in my jealousy, in my fear.