Quotes About Compassion

None of us are who we are on our very worst days," he adds. "I know you know that.

None of us are who we are on our very worst days," he adds. "I know you know that." I

In a gentle way, you can change the world.

It is not my nature, when I see a people borne down by the weight of their shackles—the oppression of tyranny—to make their life more bitter by heaping upon them greater burdens; but rather would I do all in my power to raise the yoke Ã¢â'¬Â¦ if there are any abroad who desire to make this the land of their adoption, it is not in my heart to throw aught in their way, to prevent them from coming to the United States.

A death in the family will teach you that people are capable of saying the damnedest things.

Bismillah al rahman al Rahim," he replied. In the name of God, most Gracious, most Compassionate. Harvath knew the phrase. Every chapter in the Quran, except for the ninth, began with it. "Ash-hadu an laa ilaaha illallah," he continued. "Wa ash-hadu anna Muhammadan rasulullah." I bear witness that there is no god except Allah. And I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of Allah.

We all have our crosses to bear. What's more, we wouldn't trade ours for someone else's. If you and ten other people walked into a room and all laid their crosses on the table, everyone would be walking out with the same cross they walked in with.

Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn't at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life

We women have something of the mother in us that makes us rise above smaller matters when the mother-spirit is invoked; I felt this big, sorrowing man's head resting on me, as though it were that of the baby that some day may lie on my bosom, and I stroked his hair as though he were my own child. I never thought at the time how strange it all was.

I wish I could comfort all who suffer from the heart. Will you let me be your friend, and will you come to me for comfort if you need it?

Tell me about it dear; for there is nothing which interests you which will not be dear to me

Friend John, I pity your poor bleeding heart; and I love you the more because it does so bleed.

We women have something of the mother in us that makes us rise above smaller matters when the mother spirit is invoked.

I have learned not to think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it may be.

Well, she succeeded somewhat, for, though sympathy can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

I must not wish you no pain, for that can never be.

Perhaps that is what it is like being with other people. Perhaps even people you like and admire immensely can make you see the World in ways you would rather not.

I have to consider the needs of the Biscuit-Box Man – and the Folded-Up Child – and the People of the Alcove. They only have me to take care of them. They are in unfamiliar surroundings and may feel disconcerted. I have to return them to their appointed places.

I felt a surge of anger and for a moment I thought I would not tell him what I knew. But then I thought that it was unkind to punish him for something he cannot help. It is not his fault that he does not see things the way I do. (pg. 48)

I returned to the Third Northern Hall. I lined a fishing net with heavy-gauge plastic. Inside I placed what I thought was the right amount of nesting material for two such enormous birds. It approximated to three days' fuel. This was no insignificant amount and I knew that I might be colder because I had given it away. But what is a few days of feeling cold compared to a new albatross in the World?

the heart that is truly virtuous is ever inclined to pity and forgive the errors of its fellow-creatures.

The very basis of true peace of mind is a benevolent wish to see all the world as happy as one's Self; and from my soul do I pity the selfish churl, who, remembering the little bickerings of anger, envy, and fifty other disagreeables to which frail mortality is subject, would wish to revenge the affront which pride whispers him he has received.

En la vida hace falta tener generosidad: cultivar el pequeño carácter propio sin ver nada más de lo que hay alrededor significa seguir respirando pero estar ya muerto.

Cinta bagai udara. Tak berbatas. Tak bisa dipotong-potong dan ditaruh ditas, saku atau peti. Kita tak bisa hanya mengambil sepotong cinta, karena kalau begitu kita selalu menemukan orang yang potongannya lebih besar