Quotes About Compassion

How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.

There's no black and white, left and right to me anymore; there's only up and down and down is very close to the ground. And I'm trying to go up without thinking about anything trivial such as politics. They have got nothing to do with it. I'm thinking about the general people and when they get hurt.

I wish that for just one time you could I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes... Then you'd know what a drag it is to see you.

Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking?

You can hurt someone and not even know it.

You've gotta lotta nerve to say you are my friend When I was down you just stood there grinnin' You've gotta lotta nerve to say you have a helping hand to lend You just want to be on the side that's winnin' You see me on the street, you always act surprised Ya say how are you?, good luck, but ya don't mean it When you know as well as me you'd rather see me paralyzed Why don't you just come out once and scream it

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales for the disrobed faceless forms of no position. Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts - all down in taken-for-granted situations. Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute, and the mistreated mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute, for the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an' cheated by pursuit. And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

People were people.

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded with hatred

You know why you don't remember people's names, Kane?" "Why?" "You don't care that much about them.

single death does not stop the other lives affected by it. It sends them tumbling, staggering, meandering, marching, searching, in different directions.

To develop empathy, we must care about the experiences, feelings, needs, and wants of the people around us. We must care enough to turn away from our self-centered thinking and focus on others to develop an understanding of the meaning and feelings associated with events occurring in their lives.

In your conversations, what percentage of the conversation is spent talking about you versus what is going on with the other person? Generally, people who lack empathy don't ask much about other people. They don't care. It doesn't even occur to them to ask.

We're all the same, and none of us are in this world for all that long. We must learn to love and respect each other and understand there is a greater power driving the bus. We're only passengers. Our job is the enjoy the ride!

As I helped him up, I felt him shake all over, so I asked him to forgive me, without knowing what for, but that was my lot, asking forgiveness, I even asked forgiveness of myself for being what I was, what it was my nature to be.

Like a flash of lightning Arthur Schopenhauer appeared to me and said, The highest law is love, the love that is compassion

I asked him to forgive me, without knowing what for, but that was my lot, asking forgiveness, I even asked forgiveness of myself for being what I was, what it was my nature to be. Depressed

Quand il mangeait des babas ou des éclairs, il se sentait coupable jusqu'à l'âme, à cause de la guerre, à cause des vendeuses dont les maris ou les amants se trouvaient sans doute quelque part, entre la mer du Nord et les Vosges. Mais il comprenait que Madeleine avait besoin de cette nourriture, justement pour tenir en échec ce vide, ce néant, cette nuit où elle était toujours sur le point de sombrer.

Christians are hard to tolerate; I don't know how Jesus does it

God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them.

Where you live should not determine whether you live, or whether you die.

At a certain point, I just felt, you know, God is not looking for alms, God is looking for action.