Quotes About Compassion

Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.

Give heed, give heed and give your sympathy To one who suffers; sorrow roaming wide Impartial stops and stays awhile with me, To tarry later seated close by thee.

Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers.

It is the nature of mortals to kick a fallen man.

To weep and lament over misfortunes, when it draws the sympathizing tear, brings no light recompense.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

PROMETHEUS: 'Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.

Better to be wise by the misfortunes of others than by your own.

Acquaintance softens prejudice.

The level of our success is limited only by our imagination and no act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted.

There is always someone worse off than yourself.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

Give assistance, not advice, in a crisis.

Visitor's footfalls are like medicine; they heal the sick.

If one sticks too rigidly to one's principles,one would hardly see anybody,

A woman who doesn't lie is a woman without imagination and without sympathy.

Elephants can remember, but we are human beings and mercifully human beings can forget.

You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

The heart of a woman who loves will forgive many blows.

One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.

The world is full of good people who do bad things!

Heather Badcock meant no harm. She never did mean harm, but there is no doubt that people like Heather Badcock (and like my old friend Alison Wilde), are capable of doing a lot of harm because they lack - not kindness, they have kindness - but any real consideration for the way their actions may affect other people. She though always of what an action meant to her, never sparing a thought to what it might mean to somebody else.

Maybe it is because I am an old man, but I find, M. Poirot, that there is something about the defenselessness of youth that moves me to tears. Youth is so vulnerable. It is so ruthless - so sure. So generous and so demanding.