Quotes About Compassion

But there are two sides to every fight. It starts from something small, a chance remark, a gesture made lightly. It grows from there. Both sides can be unjust. Both can be cruel.

How could you live without human touch? Wasn't that the first thing you knew, when you came into the world and they laid you on your mother's belly? Her hand would come across and stroke your back, and cup your head, and she would smile through tears of exhaustion and wonderment. That touch of love would be the very first thing for you.

One woman can't fix every wrong. One woman or one man can't help every soul in trouble. Doesn't matter how much you want to.

Don't punish me for what you see as your own failings.

If you forget what's bad, cruel, unjust, you might not care anymore about setting things to rights. You might stop standing up against the folk who do evil deeds. And someone's got to.

Folk are easy hurt, no doubt about that. Easy wounded. Easy broken.

Shouts and blows may have won arguments for you in the past, fellow. They are pointless in the current situation.

I felt as though a sympathetic hand were tending the wounds where thorns had stabbed me. . .

I am a stranger, learning to love the strangers around me

And then I understood that the answer is yes, yes yes: I care because I want you to care about me. I care because I have become aware of my absolute dependency upon you, whoever you are, for the outcome of my social, my democratic experience.

It was not so much a feeling of being insulted, but an overwhelming pain for the people of my native land. We were not treated by our own government as proper human beings, and consequently some outsiders did not regard us as the same kind of humans as themselves. I thought of the old observation that Chinese lives were cheap, and one Englishman's amazement that his Chinese servant should find a toothache unbearable.

The old man, who shuffled along with great difficulty, bent double, was blind. To attract the attention of passersby,he sang a heart wrenching tune. Every time my father heard the song, he said to himself that society must change.

If you didn't grow up like I did then you don't know, and if you don't know it's probably better you don't judge.

I'm like everybody else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.

God weeps with us so that we may one day laugh with him.

I would never do anything just for spite.

Only man has turned away from the law of survival of the fittest, taken up the weak and ailing, and guaranteed their right to survival. So heroes perish, but the weak live on. One measure of a civilisation, in fact, is the percentage of misfits in its society. There's even a political scientist (anonymous) who claims that our modern age is an age of the patient, by the patient, for the patient.

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In such a cruel, self-centered crowd would there ever be some soft-hearted fellow who would sell me his face?

Reikia laižyti kits kitam žaizdas. Bet jei amžinai laižysi amžinai negyjan?ias žaizdas, tai ir liežuvis sudils.

No somos tan insensibles como para confundir los hombres vivos y los hombres ya procesados en rebanadas y salchichas.

Love does not grown on trees or brought in the market, but if one wants to be LOVED one must first know how to give (unconditional)LOVE..

Listen, my friend. He who loves understands.

I don't think there is such a thing as an intelligent mega-rich person. For who with a fine mind can look out upon this world and hoard what can nourish a thousand souls.