Quotes About Compassion

I am ready,' said Gilda Farren, 'to forgive—' 'Never do that,' said Wimsey. 'Forgiveness is the one unpardonable sin.

the mirror of his own magnanimity.

Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.

After all, the poor boy's doing the best he can. Probably he grew up in the hill country, and never had no larnin'. I bet they had to throw him on his back to get shoes on him.

There was a rose that faded young; I saw its shattered beauty hung Upon a broken stem. I heard them say, What need to care With roses budding everywhere? I did not answer them. There was a bird, brought down to die; They said, A hundred fill the sky-- What reason to be sad? There was a girl, whose lover fled; I did not wait, the while they said, There's many another lad.

She went to bed thinking more about another person than about herself. This goes to prove that even minor poetry may have its practical uses.

Why it should feel worse to speak ill of the dead than the living I can't imagine.

She would have lacked that inner warmth which somehow survives despite the relentless drudgery and constant proximity to human suffering. Her patients to her would have been flesh, bones, blood, not people.

He had been taught that bread unshared is bread unblessed when someone else is hungry, whether man or beast, friend or stranger.

Martin Luther said, "The Christian is supposed to love his neighbor, and since his wife is his nearest neighbor, she should be his deepest love.

It probably takes many years of monastic practice to equal the spiritual growth generated by one sleepless night with a sick child.

When we take the perspective of others, we can empathize with them.

And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.

Ok, he said, I don't like to disturb you at what I know must be a difficult and distressing time for you, but I need to know first of all if you actually realize that this is a difficult and distressing time for you.

Why can't people just learn to live together in peace and harmony?" said Arthur. Ford gave a loud, very hollow laugh. "Forty-two!" he said with a malicious grin. "No, doesn't work. Never mind.

Because there are some things you have to do even if you are an enlightened liberal cop who knows all about sensitivity and everything!

All day he had gone up to people, fallen into conversation with them, listened to their troubles, and then quietly uttered those three magic words, "I believe you." The effect had invariably been electrifying.

She was of course the last person to judge somebody by the color of their skin - or if not absolutely the last, she had at least done it as recently as yesterday afternoon /.../

Plenty of people didn't care for him much, but there is a huge difference between disliking somebody—maybe even disliking them a lot—and actually shooting them, strangling them, dragging them through the fields and setting their house on fire. It was a difference which kept the vast majority of the population alive from day to day.

Try and understand his problem,' insisted Ford. 'Here he is, poor lad, his entire life's work is stamping around, throwing people off spaceships . . .' 'And shouting,' added the guard. 'And shouting, sure,' said Ford patting the blubbery arm clamped round his neck in friendly condescension, '. . . and he doesn't even know why he's doing it!

Yaln?zca önümde durup da beni, kendisini yemeÄŸe davet eden bir hayvan? yemek istemiyorum o kadar, dedi Arthur, bu insafs?zl?k. Yenilmek istemeyen bir hayvan? yemekten iyidir, dedi Zaphod.

There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broad-minded and well-adjusted family can't cope with.

Ford Shouted out, Hey listen! I think we've got enough problems of our own having you shooting at us, so if you could avoid laying your problems on us as well, I think we'd all find it easier to cope

I said I ordered us some foie gras." "Oh," said Arthur, vaguely. "Um, I always feel a bit bad about foie gras. Bit cruel to the geese, isn't it?" "Fuck 'em," said Ford, slumping on the bed. "You can't care about every damn thing.