Quotes About Compassion

I can never resist telling people good news. I mean, why not brighten someone else's life too?

And anyway, I continue, lifting my head nobly, who-ever it was, whether I knew them or not, if I could help them in some way, I would. I mean, if you can help, you have to help. Don't you think?

Love is all that counts in this crazy, mixed-up world...

The other person always has a point, Listen to each other, and you'll hear it.

I feel a hotness behind my eyes. I have no idea why. I don't know why I suddenly feel affected. I want to type I admire you, but I can't bring myself to. Not even by text. Instead, after a moment's hesitation, I type: I understand you.

We need to love our hearts

It doesn't matter," she says, her voice soft. "Don't beat yourself up for not knowing all the answers. You don't always have to know who you are. You don't have to have the big picture, or know where you're heading. Sometimes it's enough just to know what you're going to do next.

As I walk along the pavement I'm feeling a bit shamefaced. I should have got out my 120 quid and given it to that man for his baby, instead of buying a pointless scarf. I mean, when you think about it, what's more important? Clothes—or the miracle of new life? As I ponder this issue, I feel quite deep and philosophical. In fact, I'm so engrossed, I almost walk past my turning.

My friend lost his mother when we were at college. I spent a lot of nights talking with him. Lot of nights. He pauses. I know what it's like. You don't just get over it. And it doesn't make any difference if you're supposedly a grown-up. And it never goes away

Which would you choose if you could: pleasure for yourself despite your friends or a share in their grief?

It is my nature to join in love, not hate.

Closer, it's all right. Touch the man of grief. Do. Don't be afraid. My troubles are mine and I am the only man alive who can sustain them.

A sight to touch e'en hatred's self with pity.

Shall not I Learn place and wisdom? Have I not learned this, Only so much to hate my enemy, As though he might again become my friend, And so much good to wish to do my friend, As knowing he may yet become my foe?

Neoptolemus: I am glad to see you and take you as a friend. For one who knows how to show and accept kindness will be a better friend than any possession.

Do not grieve yourself too much for those you hate, nor yet forget them utterly.

Know'st not whate'er we do is done in love?

I could not turn away from anyone Like you, a stranger, or refuse to help him. I know well, being mortal, that my claim Upon the future is no more than yours.

I know that you are deathly sick; and yet, sick as you are, not one is as sick as I.

I was born to join in love, not hate— that is my nature.

Compassion limits even the power of God.

Harsh ways are taught by harshness.

No pity for these things, there is no pity but mine, oh father, for the pity of your butchering rawblood death.

yes and you too—that wounds us all together