Quotes About Compassion

But the son whips out a Bayer aspirin, the father rises to his feet, embraces the son, and Technicolor is restored to their lives.

I wonder why peopke are so afraid of love. Of different kinds of love. I just don't get it. Why aren't we afraid of racism" Of war? But love? It just doesn't make sense.

We have a saying, my people. Don't kill if you can wound, don't wound if you can subdue, don't subdue if you can pacify, and don't raise your hand at all until you've first extended it".

He was cocky. It would have been easy not to like him. But he was also kind, and that excused much. Kind, and...a little bit sad, somehow. I didn't understand that about him back then. But we were just kids.

Please, Matsu-san,' I told him, not long after the house was completed. 'I don't wish to have any flowers.' "Never once did he question me. I needed my life to be simple without any beauty to remind me of all I had lost. And though I had not told him that, Matsu must have seen it in my eyes. 'Don't worry, Sachi,' he said, 'there will be no flowers.

I won't say we human beings still don't have much to learn. Sometimes we love and hate without thought. We expect too much from one another, and often we are wrong.

Matsu gathered up what little was left of the food and wrapped it back up in the furoshiki. 'I followed you and the others down to the beach yesterday morning. I wondered if you might try to find your way to peace as she did.' 'I couldn't,' I began to cry, turning away in shame. Then Matsu leaned over close to my ear. He smelled of sweat and the earth as he whispered, 'It takes greater courage to live.

That's when I realized that Heaven doesn't exist in another place, and neither does Hell. It's all here on Earth. We live them both, right here with one another. It's just that sometimes we have to go through Hell to get to Heaven.

The secret title of every good poem might be 'Tenderness

the wages of dying is love.

To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.

You initiate conflict to seek and obtain attention; kindness and love will deliver more significant returns than one can hold.

One faith prays for the wellbeing of all human being and creatures, in the meantime another faith prays louder for the perish of all other faiths; which is the responsible faith?

I suggest that if what you want from someone else is recognition, love, or respect, you will suffer. On the other hand, if what you want to give to someone else is recognition, love, or respect, you will be happy, in bliss, and free.

The degree to which you are willing to be hurt, not wanting to be hurt but willing to be hurt, is the degree to which you are willing to love, be loved, and be taught by love.

pain is pain and grief is grief. It might be inevitable, it might even be built into the nature of things, but it isn't good, and it ought not to be tolerated, if there's a choice.)

Everyone believes in sin, the people who charge their peers with political incorrectness and the people who regard political correctness as the bogey of a little mind. What everyone does not believe in, as nearly as I can tell, is forgiveness.

If you can sustain the insight that people are doing the best they can--if you can maintain some faith that this is an insight--you're solid. If not, maybe you should pack it in.

You taught me to be nice, so nice that now I am so full of niceness, I have no sense of right and wrong, no outrage, no passion.

Love is the test. In the gospel of Jesus, love is everything.

one of the main lessons is that people should not be separated into classes of the clean and the unclean, the worthy and the unworthy, the respectable and the unrespectable. … (missing) the point of their union with the Father, whose love is undiscriminating and inclusive, not gradated and excessive.

This heart still believes that love and mercy still exist.

I'm sweetness an' motherfuckin' light. Filled from goddamn head to toe wit' love.

You don't have in IN you to be like that, Hughie. You had too nice an upbringing. Your mom and dad were too good to you. And I wish you could see that you're not less of a MAN, or some sort of inferior person, just because you can't be harsh and hard and cold.