Quotes About Compassion

Forse è un destino assumere su di noi le altrui sofferenze, e che, in più, ciò accada proprio quando in solitudine si cerca di sottrarsene.»

God say different things. Say, "I will smite my enemies." Then he tell you to, "Turn the other cheek." That don't get you nothing but two broke jaws.

But she did love him. I believe it. I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention.

Bad news should be followed with soup. Then a nap.

I once read about a guy who lost his arms in a fire. The nurse took pity on him and gave him a hand job. I don't even get that.

Let the people who want to have kids, have them. And let the rest of us spend the extra money on ourselves. Being gay doesn't make you a bad person. Not wanting kids doesn't make you a bad person. Perhaps crushing the bones in one little girl's hand makes you a bad person, but that was an accident.

Part of me felt deep compassion. And another part felt like, You fucker.

You weren't heavy at all...the only weight you carry is on your shoulders. I wish I could carry it for you.

It's okay to like me, because I'm just like you." Everybody feels a bit like a dented can inside. Even the slickest, most polished person you can think of is more aware of their shortcomings and flaws than their talents and gifts.

As I move along the line, other food items are plunked onto my tray: a small salad of iceberg lettuce and bacos, a slice of white bread with a pat of Hotel Holiday butter and blob of red Jell-O with fruit cocktail trapped inside. Instantly, I feel compassion for the trapped fruit.

Tengo tendencia a la envidia. Es una de mis tres emociones por defecto, los otros son la codicia y la ira. También he experimentado la compasión y la generosidad, pero sólo fugazmente y por lo general en estado de ebriedad, por lo que no tengo mucho recuerdo sobre eso.

he already knew how horrible I could be, yet he loved me, anyway.

When strangers saw him cowering and shivering and skittering, they all assumed he'd had a dramatically abusive past. And by "all," I mean every single person who saw him. Each one felt the need to make sad faces and say, "Awwww, look at how scared he is. He must be a rescue." I quickly got to the point where I wanted to say, "Actually, no, he's a purebred, but I beat him." Thin

I realized I could do anything to him and he would never hate me. I could never drive him away, spoil things between us, or otherwise sour things in his eyes, because he already knew how horrible I could be, yet he loved me, anyway.

Empathy is the most powerful weapon [...] ~ Augusto Boal

If you're feeling helpless, help someone.

If you're feeling helpless, help someone. " ? Aung San Suu Kyi (from Freedom from Fear)

God knows I've got so many frailties myself, I ought to be able to understand and forgive them in others. But I don't.

Love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don't know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who've never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you've felt what it means to love as you and I know it - total passion for the total height - you're incapable of anything less.

If one doesn't respect oneself one can have neither love nor respect for others.

We are all brothers under the skin - and I, for one, would be willing to skin humanity to prove it.

Love is reverence, worship, glory, and the upward glance. But they don't know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who've never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you've felt what it means to love–the total passion for the total height–you're incapable of anything less..

People, he thought, were as hungry for a sight of joy as he had always been--for a moment's relief from that gray load of suffering which seemed so inexplicable and unnecessary. He had never been able to understand why men should be unhappy.

To abstain from condemning a torturer, is to become an accessory to the torture and murder of his victims.