Quotes About Compassion

Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.

The people we love are usually stronger than we give them credit for. It is the nature of love, perhaps, to want to shoulder all the pain rather than see the loved one suffer. But sometimes pain is better than emptiness. I have been so empty Kit. All my life. So full of emptiness. That is strange paradox is nit not - full of emptiness?

People, especially some religious people. would have us believe that it is wrong . even a sin, to love oneself. It is not. It is the basic, essential love. If you do not love yourself, you cannot possibly love anyone else. Not fully and truly.

Sometimes love was to be grasped in any form and in any manner it was offered. And sometimes love must be given in the same way.

People do understand the language of the heart, you know, even if the head does not always comprehend it.

He asked me not to kill myself - asked, not told. His wife had done that, he told me, and it was in a sense the ultimate act of selfishness since it left behind untold and endless suffering for those who had witnessed it and been unable to do anything to prevent it. And so I remained alive.

Life so often becomes a determined, relentless avoidance of pain - of one's own, of other people's. But sometimes pain has to be acknowledged and even touched so that one can move into it and through it and past it. Or else be destroyed by it.

But Ashley had always understood. He had always known there was a person behind the silence - not just a person who listened with her eyes and would have responded in similar words if she could have, but one who inhabited a world of her own and lived in it quiet as richly as anyone in his world. With Ashley there had always been a language. There had always been a way of giving him glimpses of herself.

Sometimes, one yearns for something.For the ultimate in happiness. I yearn for it,and don't know where to look for it any longer. And I don't know if I would recognize it if I found it. And the longer I look, the more selfish I grow.For I think only of my own happiness. i think I have lost the ability to make someone else happy. If I ever had it. And I suppose we can never be happy unless we can also give happiness.

But all through life, it seems, we have to learn and relearn the lesson of loving people unconditionally, no matter what.

I believe," he said gently, "we all have a perfect right to make ourselves unhappy if that is what we freely choose. But I am not sure we have the right to allow our own unhappiness to cause someone else's. The trouble with life sometimes is that we are all in it together.

The best way to cope with pain was to pass it on to someone else.

We women are impractical because we have hearts. Not that men do not, but they feel things differently. They do not feel the suffering around them, or, if they do, they know how to harden their hearts when it has nothing to do with them.

It was one of my friend's most obvious weaknesses that he was impatient with less alert intelligences than his own.

It is only goodness which gives extra...

A fortune for one man that was more than he needed should not be built on ten thousand ruined men who were left without the means of life.

Folk who were in grief came to my wife like birds to a light-house.

I went downstairs and carried the dog upstair in my arms. It's laboured breathing and glazing eye showed that it was not far from its end. Indeed, its snow-white muzzle proclaimed that it had already exceeded the usual term of canine existence. I placed it upon a cushion on the rug.

Há momentos, meu jovem, que cada um de nós deve se posicionar em prol da justiça e dos direitos humanos, ou você nunca mais se sentirá limpo outra vez.

A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other.

have wrought my simple plan      If I give one hour of joy To the boy who's half a man,      Or the man who's half a boy.

Well," said I, "you call that love, Mr. Carruthers, but I should call it selfishness." "Maybe the two things go together.

I have wrought my simple plan If I give one hour of joy To the boy who's half a man, Or the man who's half a boy.

it was the faults which I loved best.