Quotes About Compassion

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

On my way home, I ran into Miss Hartnell and she detained me at least ten minutes, declaiming in her deep bass voice against the improvidence and ungratefulness of the lower classes. The crux of the matter seemed to be that The Poor did not want Miss Hartnell in their houses. My sympathies were entirely on their side.

Derisi ne renk olursa olsun herkes insand?r. Bütün insanlar karde?tir.

She's half Italian, you know, and the Italians have that unconscious vein of cruelty. They've no compassion for anyone who's old or ugly, or peculiar in any way.

It's so stupid never to feel anything…

You do not like anyone less because they have tuberculosis or some other fatal disease.

Saber que uno ha hecho un mal irreversible a otro ser humano es la carga más pesada que puede tener nadie que soportar».

Don't you," I said wearily. "You're a young man. You're zealous in the cause of right. When you get to my age, you'll find that you like to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Tell him we thank him and we will pray for him." Hercule Poirot said gently: "He needs your prayers." "Is he then an unhappy man?" Poirot said: "So unhappy that he has forgotten what happiness means. So unhappy that he does not know he is unhappy." The nun said softly: "Ah, a rich man..." Hercule Poirot said nothing—for he knew there was nothing to say...

Two people who have suffered unhappiness have a great bond in common.

But I did really want to know. I mean, it's interesting, don't you think, to know all about people? What they feel and think, I mean, not just who they are and what they do.

I must have a talk with you, David, and learn all the new ideas. As far as I can see, one must hate everybody but at the same time give them free medical attention and a lot of extra education, poor things! All those helpless little children herded into schoolhouses every day—and cod liver oil forced down babies' throats whether they like it or not—such nasty-smelling stuff.

Women are never kind,' remarked Poirot. 'Though they can sometimes be tender.

Chi è molto buono con gli altri sa anche essere molto crudele.

I hoped that she was feeling a little remorseful for all the unkind things she had said.

Not selfish things, not things for herself; who could give to unwanted children love, care, a home. All these things she could buy for them, but not their love for her.

There are certain primitive elementary forces, Raoul. Most of them have been destroyed by civilization, but motherhood stands where it stood at the beginning. Animals – human beings, they are all the same. A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

A fost un om bun! Cum sa fi murit de cancer?!

I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that the important thing is the love that goes out from oneself.

The clear-sighted do not rule the world, but they sustain and console it.

I have no country...my countrymen are the men and women who work against oppression- it does not matter where they are. With them I feel at home- we understand each other. Others are foreign to me." -Agnes Smedley in Daughter of Earth

I kampen mellan dig och världen, ställ dig på världens sida.

Tutti cercavano di nascondere al nonno le sue condizioni e la situazione che ci circondava. Il nonno sapeva tutto, ma non permetteva che la confusione ed il caos lo sommergessero. Parlava della morte come usava parlare prima di ogni lngo viaggio. (...) Andavo a trovarlo una volta al giorno. (...) Una volta mi raccontò una parabola che non riuscii a capire; lui parve accorgersene e disse: "Non fa niente, l'importante è amare questa mattinata".

Il pericolo era grande, ma eravamo pronti a rischiare e nascondemmo il bambino dentro una cassa. Di notte toglievamo il coperchio per dargli da bere e da mangiare. Durante quell'autunno il pensiero di avere un bambino nella baracca cambiò la nostra vita: facevamo a gara a chi gli avrebbe dato la propria razione. Ciascuno di noi lottava per offrirgliela.