Quotes About Compassion

I didn't want a world in which I had to choose between blind human babies and tortured monkey ones. To be frank, that's the sort of choice I expect science to protect me from, not give me.

He couldn't hear, but he listened with his heart. Frog listened with her eyes. Obie listened with his hands. And anyone, if they really wanted to, could listen with their heart.

HE COULDN'T HEAR, BUT HE LISTENED WITH HIS HEART.

When you can face reality without camouflage, yours is the face of compassion. What a sight for sore eyes!

But then, the flames of a fire are not made less painful by the knowledge that others are burning with you.

Sometimes mercy is not a kindness and pity is not love.

the flames of a fire are not made less painful by the knowledge that others are burning with you.

Preach comfort to the rich and you will grow fat; preach hell to the poor and you will starve with them. [p. 319 of 465, chapter 20]

Using your own time to make someone else's life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody.

You can't look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.

The good guys and bad guys aren't as easy to tell apart as I used to think they were. You can't look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.

If you weaken, I'll be strong. If you get lost, I'll be your way home. If you despair, I'll bring you joy. I will love you until the end of time.

Grief shared was grief lessened.

I know a simple truth: mercy killing doesn't hold one fucking ounce of mercy for those that live.

Love hath no pride.

Strong enough that I was no longer afraid to be gentle. Powerful enough that I could be vulnerable. Scarred enough that I could understand and tread lightly around the deepest scars of others.

Benimle bir kere düzüÅŸürsen onunla düzüÅŸmeni affedebilirim.

Why have you always cared so much about these tiny worlds?" "Why have you never?" He had once. When she'd cared about him. He'd made himself small for her and walked in her manner, tending small things. But being small was so much more complicated than being God.

One thing I've learned is that the harder your life gets, the gentler you have to be with yourself when you finally get some downtime, or you can't be strong when you need to be.

Try living for someone. Through it all—good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

Using some of your own time to make someone else's life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody. I almost can't stand it, it makes me so happy.

I hoped to make you laugh," he said softly. "I've not seen much in the way of happiness in your eyes since we've crossed paths.

You weep for me, woman?

She's brilliant and kind and has the heart of a warrior but she doesn't have ice and razor blades inside where your soul is supposed to be. She loves. And she doesn't know how to take it back when you have to, because sometimes you sure as feck have to. Got to grab it up with both hands and pull it back before somebody turns it into knives and uses it to cut you to pieces.