Quotes About Compassion

The point I'm making," said Yo-Less, "is that you've got to help your friends, right?" He turned to Johnny. "Now, personally, I think you're very nearly totally disturbed and suffering from psychosomatica and hearing voices and seeing delusions," he said "and probably ought to be locked up in one of those white jackets with the stylish long sleeves. But that doesn't matter, 'cause we're friends.

Why do you help these strangers? she asked Tiffany now. They are not of your clan. You owe them nothing. Well, said Tiffany, although they are strangers, I simply think of them as people. All of them. And you help other people--that's how we do it. Does every person do it? said Nightshade. No, said Tiffany. Sadly, that is true. But many people will help other people, just because, well, because they are other people. That's how it goes.

Caring for small things had to start with caring for big things, and maybe the world wasn't big enough.

He opened the box and took out the kitten. It stared at him with the normal mad amazement of kittens everywhere. I DON'T HOLD WITH CRUELTY TO CATS, said Death, putting it gently on the floor.

In fact, it really wasn't her problem. How nice to find a problem that wasn't yours.

someone has o speak up for them as has no voices

He stood up, took his tray over to the PLEASE DISPOSE OF YOUR REFUSE WITH CARE receptacle, and dumped the whole thing. If you had told him that there were children starving in Africa he would have been flattered that you'd noticed.

They're inventive, I'll grant you. But what I meant was...I mean...they've done nothing to deserve it." " Deserve? They're human . What's deserve got to do with it?

Just because you're a zombie doesn't mean you're a bad person.

Sister Mary was a nurse and nurses, whatever their creed, are primarily nurses, which had a lot to do with wearing your watch upside down, keeping calm in emergencies, and dying for a cup of tea.

I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend word of wounding without having these words becomg the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars.

We mask our needs as the needs of others.

I wonder what would happen if you gave up your need to be right?

I believe that when we are fully present, we not only live well, we live well for others.

The story of the Utah prairie dog is the story of the range of our compassion. If we can extend our idea of community to include the lowliest of creatures, call them 'the untouchables', then we will indeed be closer to a path of peace and tolerance. if we cannot accommodate 'the other', the shadow we will see on our own home ground will be the forecast of our own species' extended winter of the soul.

Writing becomes an act of compassion toward life, the life we so often refuse to see because if we look too closely or feel too deeply, there may be no end to our suffering. But words empower us, move us beyond our suffering, and set us free. This is the sorcery of literature. We are healed by our stories.

Wilderness offers us a template to an enlightened citizenship. Instead of only caring for ourselves, we are invited to care for species other than our own.

I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend words of wounding without having these words become the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars.

We are all having to move beyond what is comfortable. Patience is stretched. Personalities get in the way. Egos provide points of obstruction. It is never easy. We are learning to listen. We are learning to forgive. We are learning to go forward, believing what binds us together as a community is stronger than individual bickering points. And we are having a great time.

The only space I see truly capable of being closed is not the land or our civil liberties but our own hearts.

The world is already split open, and it is in our destiny to heal it, each in our own way, each in our own time, with the gifts that are ours.

Ha! Kids! You have no idea what you put your parents through, either. Wait till you have your own, you'll see. That's when you'll know what it really feels like. .. What what feels like?...Love, said Angela.

Does he think it's so easy? One smile, one touch and all is forgiven -Dr Maura Isles

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