Quotes About Compassion

We walked on the road because the footpaths were occupied in many places by sleeping pavement dwellers.

And when all the other lights of life are gone, the last light lost is the light of love.

Some people always manage to make us feel sorry for them, no matter how stupid and angry we feel about it after. They're the canaries, kind of, in the coalmines of our hearts.

What I didn't know then, and what troubled me for a long time that Day of the Slaves, was how I could be there, and look at the children, and not be crushed by it.

It doesn't always help us to love the world, but it does prevent us from hating the world.

Gli atti più perfidi dei nostri simili colpiscono sempre la parte di noi che desidera amare il mondo. E quando subiamo una violazione, una piccola parte della vergogna che proviamo è quella di appartenere alla razza umana.

it is possible to do the wrong thing for the right reasons.' He smiled again, for the first time since the story of the escape had begun. 'This will come back to us, at another time. I have raised it in this way because it is a very important point about how we do live our lives, and how we should live our lives.

every kind of suffering, no matter how small or agonisingly great, is a test of love in some way.

The simple fact is that fighting to save a life is a better and more enduring reason than fighting to end one.

God help us. God forgive us. We live on.

never knew a tough man who preyed on the weak. Tough men hate bullies almost as much as bullies hate tough men.

There is no reason that is good enough to make us fight with each other.

because justice is a judgement that is both fair and forgiving. Justice is not done until everyone is satisfied

Niewiele ludzi umiera w Indyjskim Domu GoÅ›cinnym, gÅ'ównie tylko narkomany, takie chude. Dla was nie problem, wy takie piÄ™kne, wielkie, tÅ'uste.

Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness.

There is only love, you know, in the whole world. There is only love …

Then, to the general comment—I think that suffering is the way we test our love. Every act of suffering, no matter how small or agonisingly great, is a test of love in some way.

fair . . . forgiving . . . punish . . . and save . . .

And all of it depended upon our action, our interference in his life, because no man is saved without love.

And I'd learned, the hard way, that sometimes, even with the purest intentions, we make things worse when we do our best to make things better.

This is how they manage to live together, a billion of them, in reasonable peace. They are not perfect, of course. They know how to fight and lie and cheat each other, and all the things that all of us do. But more than any other people in the world, the Indians know how to love one another.

We'd saved him as much by joining in his exultation as we had by witnessing his shame. And all of it depended upon our action, our interference in his life, because no man is saved without love.

The worst things that people do to us always make us feel ashamed. The worst things that people do always strike at the part of us that wants to love the world. And a tiny part of the shame we feel, when we're violated, is shame at being human.

I let my eyes drift into the maze of leaves that only trees understand. Hatred has its gravitational web, locking stray specks of confusion into spirals of violence.