Quotes About Compassion

Certainly, hunger can bring out the worst in us. But it can also bring out the best.

I hate it when people throw away food - I've seen too many hungry people.

The Lord only knows how many times I let my children go hungry rather than take secretly the bread I liked not to ask for.

I know how it feels to go hungry.

If I'm stone-cold crazy because I have a hard time going to sleep at night because we have kids that go to bed hungry, then I'll be stone-cold crazy, and I'm OK with that.

We can in fact remove from our hearts the toxic forces of greed, hate, and delusion.

The intentions to be kind, compassionate, helpful, happy, and liberated are among the most beautiful qualities we have as humans.

Hatred never ends through hatred. By non-hate alone does it end. This is an ancient truth.

A loving heart does not need to be loved. Being loving is more important than being loved.

Whoever endures abuse, assault, and imprisonment Without animosity, And who has forbearance as one's strength, As one's mighty army, I call a brahmin.

The gift of Dharma surpasses all gifts. The taste of Dharma surpasses all tastes. The delight in Dharma surpasses all delights. The destruction of craving conquers all suffering.

And I have known meditators filled with doubt and self-condemnation when the practice has been stormy. Practicing with our best effort during periods of crisis and personal struggle may not bring about spiritual highs. It may, however, bring something more important: a strengthening of the inner qualities that sustain a spiritual life for the long term: mindfulness, persistence, courage, compassion, humility, renunciation, discipline, concentration, faith*, acceptance, and kindness.

Morir es siempre problemático, es triste. Siempre es triste. Pero hay maneras de morir contento. Y ante todo, sin hacerle pagar a los otros. Las personas que mueren haciéndole pagar a los otros son terribles.

The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it.

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

Empathetic silence is one of the most underused weapons in the world.

Whenever I see news stories about children who were killed by their parents, I think: But how could it be? They cared enough to give this kid a name, they had a moment—at least one moment—when they sifted through all the possibilities and picked one specific name for their child, decided what they would call their baby. How could you kill something you cared enough to name?

I always feel sad for the girl that I was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. She tended to me. She administrated me.

It's all too much for her, the cruelty of human beings.

Every tragedy that happens in the world happens to my mother

I don't get why I need to prove my love to you by remembering the exact same things you do, the exact same way you do. It doesn't mean I don't love our life together.

There's something disturbing about not even bothering with a name. Whenever I see news stories about children who were killed by their parents, I think: But how could it be? They cared enough to give this kid a name, they had a moment—at least one moment—when they sifted through all the possibilities and picked one specific name for their child, decided what they would call their baby. How could you kill something you cared enough to name?

Lately, I've been leaning towards kindness. - Camille Preaker

I sat in a room the color of egg yolk for two hours while the officer got my story down. The whole time I was thinking about Natalie going to autopsy, and how I would like to sneak in and put a fresh Band-Aid on her knee.