Quotes About Compassion

Mesele eski arkada??n, daha iyi bir arkada? olmas? de?ildir. Sadece o ki?iyi daha iyi tan?rs?n?z ve zavall? bir budala gibi davranman?zdan rahats?z olmayaca??n? bilirsiniz.

Und seid versichert, diese Frau hatte tatsächlich ein Herz, und zwar ein größeres, als die meisten Leute vermutet hätten. Da war eine Menge drin, aufgestapelt, meterhoch auf verborgenen Regalen.

Vivimos aquí desde hace casi un año y nadie, absolutamente nadie, ha movido jamás un dedo para ayudarnos o hacer que nos sintamos bienvenidos. No es una queja, no me malinterpretes. No esperamos nada. La gente ya tiene suficientes problemas en su vida...

You bastards, she said. You lovely bastards.

Her fingertips are made of love. When she speaks, her voice is made of love.

If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy's confort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of his life? Who was there to soothe him as life's rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?

There must be a place in heaven for those who have been where I have been.

Henry Street.

and it feels good to be good for something in the aftermath of the snows of Stalingrad

He [Rudy] placed the smiling teddy bear cautiously onto the pilot's shoulder. The tip of its ear touching his throat. the dying man breathed it in, He spoke. In English, he said 'Thank you.

El afecto, la amistad y el amor no son palabras huecas sino verbos vivos: si quieres saber, pregunta; si pretendes ayudar, actúa; si quieres cambiar, no esperes. A menudo son los pequeños gestos los que mueven el mundo.

MEET A PRIEST DAY

When she made it down to Munich Street, the book thief swerved in and out of the umbrellaed men and women—a rain-cloaked girl who made her way without shame from one garbage can to another.

After a miscarriaged pause, the mayor's wife edged forward and picked up the book. She was battered and beaten up, and not from smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

a letter to her for? You have to put up with her every day." Papa was schmunzel

Je ne veux plus prier pour que M. soit sain et sauf. Ni A.S. Parce que le monde ne les mérite pas.

for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

Only when she got up to leave did she notice the three imitation-gold medals sitting next to her. She knocked on the Steiners' door and held them out to him. "You forgot these." "No, I didn't." He closed the door and Liesel took the medals home. She walked with them down to the basement and told Max about her friend Rudy Steiner.

I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness, Ed. And if a guy like you can stand up and do what you did for all those people, well, maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of. Maybe even I can...

i'm haunted by humans

Years ago, when they'd raced on a muddy field, Rudy was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was a triple Hitler Youth athletics champion. He was her best friend. And he was a month away from his death. Of course I told him about you, Liesel said. She was saying goodbye and she didnt't even know it.

Last note from you narrator; I am haunted by humans.

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 French words. I watched their love-visions and freed them from their fear.

Hans Hubermann held his hand out and presented a piece of bread, like magic.