Quotes About Compassion

God Almighty made us all, and some He gives eyes that's blind, and some He gives eyes that can see, and I reckon it ain't none of our lookout what He done it for; it's all right, or He'd 'a' fixed it some other way.

Becky cried, and Tom tried to think of some way of comforting her, but all his encouragements were grown threadbare with use, and sounded like sarcasms.

KiÅŸinin kafas? ve kalbi boÅŸsa, karn? tok olmuÅŸ, neye yarar ! Bugün öÄŸrendiklerimi hep akl?mda tutacak, ald???m dersi hiç unutmayacak, halk?m? bu s?k?nt?lardan kurtaraca??m. Ne de olsa insan?n kalbini yumuÅŸatan da, içine iyilik ve cömertlik a??layan da bilgi deÄŸil mi ? / Çal?nan Taç / The Prince and the Pauper

The world is made wrong, kings should go to school to their own laws at times, and so learn mercy. -Edward Tudor

This is Huck Finn, a child of mine of shady reputation. Be good to him for his parent's sake.

When I talk to the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) and other patient support groups, I take questions at the end. At one talk I was asked, "What's the difference between yourself and someone without mental illness?" At another talk I was asked, "How do you make the voices be not so mean?" I wish I knew.

A surgeon in charge of my surgery rotation said that he knew who I was but that he was going to treat me as if I was normal. I sincerely thanked him and told him I would try to act that way.

The doctor's job was to shut up long enough to let the patient be the most important person in the room, because she was. There was an unforced and absolutely real respect for people just because they were people. And we, as doctors, were their servants. For all the things that felt wrong, that felt right. If you weren't an idealist, why would you go to medical school?

Burnout is what happens to doctors and nurses who feel powerless and are unable to help patients.

Treating sickness as a business opportunity has just about killed the joy of healing, the very reason most doctors and nurses wanted to go into it in the first place.

Imagine what effect it would have on you if someone stood behind you all day telling you how useless you were when you were trying desperately to cope with a difficult experience. Now imagine how much worse it would be if the criticism and harsh judgment came from inside your own mind.

It takes the fuel away from your endless, driving self-criticism. You will eventually be able to see more clearly that some things in life are less important than you had thought, and find it easier to let go of over-caring about them. You will find that the energy that they have been consuming can be used to treat yourself and the world more generously.

The world only mattered because people lived there and sometimes, in spite of the pain, tragedy, and degradation, even managed to triumph there.

So often I wonder whether it is my right to capitalize, as I feel, so often, on the grief of others. But then I justify, in my own particular thoughts, by feeling that I can contribute a little to the understanding of what others are going through; then there is reason for doing it.

Also remember, love inhabits more than just the heart and mind.

The thought that I'd frightened someone I felt only tenderness for made it far worse.

She was just looking straight at me, and without any malice either. She was wide open, taking in everything I told her without judgement, just listening, listening to the way I phrased it all, listening to how I felt.

It is a justice forever informed by the deepest kind of agony.

Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.

Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.

What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy

He was waving. Saukerl, she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.

The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

How 'bout a kiss, Saumensch ? -- Rudy Steiner