Quotes About Compassion

Cuál es la medida real de la amistad? Voy a decírselo a ustedes. Es la cantidad de tiempo que uno desperdicia con las desgracias y calamidades del otro.

Childishness is a common enough sin amongst humans. Perhaps we should not be so quick to judge.

Practice being kind to yourself in small, concrete ways.

Why should we all use our creative power …? Because there is nothing that makes people so generous, joyful, lively, bold and compassionate, so indifferent to fighting and the accumulation of objects and money. BRENDA UELAND

Today, I choose to cherish myself like a beloved child. I treat myself gently and with compassion. Practicing alert attention, I find delight in the small treasures of the day. I allow meaningful moments to assume enhanced perspective. Counting these blessings, I enrich my impoverished heart.

Your own healing is the greatest message of hope for others.

In recovering from our creative blocks, it is necessary to go gently and slowly. What we are after here is the healing of old wounds—not the creation of new ones. No high jumping, please! Mistakes are necessary! Stumbles are normal. These are baby steps. Progress, not perfection, is what we should be asking of ourselves.

Practice being kind to yourself in small, concrete ways. Look at your refrigerator. Are you feeding yourself nicely? Do you have socks? An extra set of sheets? What about a new house plant? A thermos for the long drive to work? Allow yourself to pitch out some of your old ragged clothes. You don't have to keep everything.

Why should we all use our creative power . . . ? Because there is nothing that makes people so generous, joyful, lively, bold and compassionate, so indifferent to fighting and the accumulation of objects and money. BRENDA UELAND

Por qué todos deberíamos usar nuestros poderes creativos...? Porque no hay nada que haga que la gente sea tan generosa, feliz, vital, audaz y compasiva, tan indiferente a las peleas y a la acumulación de objetos y de dinero». BRENDA UELAND

To love me, my family does not need to understand me.

Loving humanity means as much, and as little, as loving raindrops, or loving the Milky Way. You say that you love humanity? Are you sure you aren't treating yourself to easy self-congratulation, seeking approval, making certain you're on the right side?

You can't love someone without imaginative sympathy, without beginning to see the world from another point of view. You can't be a good lover, a good artist or a good politician without this capacity (you can get away with it, but that's not what I mean). Show me the tyrants who have been great lovers.

You must not be angry with me. You must think of me as an incomplete person.

The despairing are always being urged to abstain from selfishness, to think of others first. This seems unfair. Why load them with responsibility for the welfare of others, when their own already weighs them down?

I swiftly realised how grief sorts out and realigns those around the griefstruck; how friends are tested; how some pass, some fail. Old friendships may deepen through shared sorrow; or suddenly appear lightweight.

Love means never having to say you're sorry (on the contrary, it frequently means doing just precisely that).

You realize that tough love is also tough on the lover.

And since the griefstruck rarely know what they need or want, only what they don't, offence-giving and offence-taking are common.

What did I care about saving the world if the world couldn't, wouldn't, save her?

Nu cred c? mi-ar pl?cea un zeu dezaprobator. Oricum ai parte de destul? dezaprobare în via??. Mil?, iertare È™i-nÈ›elegere - de astea avem nevoie. ?i de ideea unui plan de ansamblu.

Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less, and suffer the less? That is, I think, finally, the only real question. Julian Barnes - The Only Story

For instance: that when we are young and sensitive, we are also at our most hurtful; whereas when the blood begins to slow, when we feel less sharply, when we are more armoured and have learnt how to bear hurt, we tread more carefully.

Don't think ill of me, remember me well. Tell people you were fond of me, that you loved me, that I wasn't a bad guy. Even if, perhaps, none of this was the case.