Quotes About Compassion

I'd like to see one of those classroom cops stay objective when they find a kid's blood splattered all over the sidewalk in front of her own house. It never gets any easier, does it?" "I don't think it's supposed to," Walker said. "If we get used to it, we're as bad as they are.

For the first time, I comprehended that love, at least for me, had nothing to do with sex.

If the Prodigy Mozart had any notion how much torment he might cause people who had done no harm to him, he surely would have confined himself to stickball with his friends." "I believe that particular piece was

But can love born of revenge avoid turning into cruel sport?

Even after she'd given the last bit of what she had for him.

Shirlee McCoy

The satisfaction to Christian in withholding compassion from Caro had sprung directly from her need, her poverty.

How should you hope for mercy, rendering none?

He had seen how people grew cruel with telling themselves of their own compassion: nothing made you harder than that.

We are all measured, good or evil, by the wrong we do to others; I had made a monster and turned it loose upon the world and--since recognition is, after all, the cruelest pain--had seen it clearly and with understanding.

Sometimes the people who knock you down never turn once to look.

They saw me at once, and I thought of them rotting away and curling in pain and crying out loud; I wanted them doubled up and crying on the ground in front of me.

I reveal myself, then, at last: I am a villian, for I created wantonly, and a blackguard, for I destroyed without compassion; I have no excuse.

Forgiveness is warm Like a tear on a cheek!

Well, Eleanor thought, staring after the taxi, there's one person, anyway, who will be praying for me. One person anyway.

Poor strangers, I said. They have so much to be afraid of.

It's wrong to hate them," Constance said, "it only weakens you

There is no danger where there is nothing but love and sympathetic understanding.

Only human beings and rabid animals turn on their own kind; gratuitous pain is unknown in nature.

Audrey was the kind of person who when she saw someone else suffering tried to take their pain on herself. She was a healer. She knew how to love. You didn't have to be in constant contact with her to feel you had a friend. We always picked up right where we left off.

He's so butter-soft you can apply him to a third-degree burn.

Like they say: suffer with your own. You get the picture? But complete strangers? Must I bear the brunt of their troubles? Have I deserved a fate like that? What wrong have I done?

if hungry people were present, they were no doubt choristers and

I know you're looking at me and thinking: he's a woman at heart. For if he weren't he wouldn't love children so much.