Quotes About Compassion

And so does pity lead straight to disaster.

They are ours," he said, "although not properly the sailors: they are only along because we would not leave them to drown, and ought to be more grateful for it than they are. Laurence," he said, turning, "this is Palta, and that man is called Taruca: Iskierka snatched him, and I cannot find she asked him in the least.

You learn to feel it less, child; or you learn to love other things.

Stop thinking how you can help the people nearest to you. Think about what help you can give best, and look for the nearest person who needs that help.

She was thinner than she had been. The thing ate only sparingly. Enough to keep Kasia alive, not enough to keep me from watching her wear away, her body growing gaunt and her face hollow-cheeked.

We're all greedy, btu children make it easier to be. We feel it's only right to give them everything we can grab, even when you know that anything you feed your own child still comes out of someone else's mouth.

Intent doesn't matter, she'd say, when you've really injured someone else. You need to be open to their pain and anger if you're ever to make things whole between you.

if people grew milder or kinder with age, he certainly hadn't.

A nation is people as well," Alosha said. "More people than just the few you love best yourself.

I turned away and folded my arms on the table and put my head down on them and sobbed. When I lifted my head again, blotchy and tearstained, he was there, sitting near me, looking out of the window, his face bleak. His hands were folded in his lap, the fingers laced, as though he had held himself back from reaching out to touch me. He had laid a handkerchief on the table before me.

I thought by then that maybe everything was all right because Panova Mandelstam was a mother. I didn't really understand what mothers were, because mine was in a tree, but I knew they were very good things and you were very angry

I managed to behave like a human being and hug her back, my throat tight.

I knew that no matter what there would be no mercy to it, no kindness allowed. You couldn't return a kindness after you were dead.

Si no quieres que alguien se muera, no lo aporrees una y otra vez en la cabeza.

Ik wilde niet alleen dat zij míj hielpen om te overleven. Ik wilde dat zíj overleefden.

I didn't know those normal kids and maybe I'd never know them, but each one of them was a story whose unhappy ending hadn't been written yet, and in its place I'd inscribed one line with my own hand

I suppose I should've felt sorry for her, but I'd rather be sorry for someone who never had luck at all than for someone whose extreme luck ran out unexpectedly.

We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.

Are people the only holy land?

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

We will take this word in our arms. It will be small and breathing. We will not wish to scare it. Pressing lips to the edge of each syllable. Nothing else will save us now. The word "together" wants to live in every house.

What happens to Peace when people fight? (She hides her face.) What does she dream of? (Better people.) Does she ever give up?

The Christian School has a team called the Warriors--WELCOME BACK WARRIORS! shouts the banner over the road. But the billboard in front of the school says the Trait for the Week is peace. Victor feels alarmed about entering such a facility. He may come out confused. He may emerge wearing a black armband, carrying a spear.

The truth was, he had no girlfriend. Everyone was his girlfriend. This was his theory--float and drift. Be in love with everyone you see. The heart is a bucket without a lid. Maybe he had read it in a play. But it seemed to work.