Quotes About Compassion

I looked at her, a broken woman with tears in her eyes, and didn't wish for anything in the world other than the ability to give her back what she'd never had.

I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.

With David I learned to accept myself just as I was, to think for myself, and even to love myself a little.

Despite myself, I could feel my eyes filling with tears and I turned my head so that she couldn't see my face. Isabella turned off the light on the bedside table and stayed there, sitting close to me in the dark, listening to the weeping of a miserable drunk, asking no questions, offering no opinion, offering nothing other than her company and her kindness, until I fell asleep.

Žensko srce je labirint istan?anosti koji predstavlja izazov za grubi muški duh. Ako zaista želite da imate jednu ženu, treba najprije da razmišljate kao ona, dok je prvo što treba napraviti,osvojiti njenu dušu.

bastan unos cuantos pasos para tropezarse con alguien o con algo que le recuerda que siempre hay quien ha recibido peores cartas que uno mismo en la partida de la vida.

Despi-a á luz de uma vela.Tirei-lhe os sapatos,impregnados de água empoçada,o vestido ensopado e as meias rasgadas.Enxuguei-lhe o corpo e o cabelo com uma toalha lavada.Ainda tremia de frio quando a deitei na cama e me estendi ao seu lado,abraçando-a para a aquecer.Ficámos assim durante muito tempo,em silêncio,a ouvir a chuva.Lentamente senti que o corpo amornava sob as minhas mãos e a respiração começava a tornar-se profunda.

Es curioso cómo juzgamos a los demás y no nos damos cuenta de lo miserable de nuestro desdén hasta que nos faltan, hasta que nos los quitan.

Powiedz mi, czym siÄ™ szczycisz, a ja ci powiem, czego ci brakuje.

lo que cuenta a veces no es lo que se da, sino lo que se cede. La sombra del viento

I believe that in the world there are no better people or a better land. They love their neighbors as themselves, and they have the sweetest speech in the world and [they are] gentle and always laughing

I feel kind of bad for him," I said. "All he wants is to be left alone. I wish we could help him somehow." I sighed. "But we do have to check out his story." "I don't know how we can check out whether he was at Rainbow Lake," Ashley said. "Who would we ask--the fish?

She makes a silent vow to be a vegetarian from now on even if she has to starve to do it. Better that than even the remote possibility of eating one's friends and fellow sufferers.

The world looks so beautiful! She wonders how one can not do for it anything that needs to be done, or at least all one can do.

We need to understand how democratic peoples sometimes espouse what William ?James called in his own time American "stupidity and injustice," arising from what he called an ethical "blindness with which we all are afflicted in regard to the feelings of creatures and people different from ourselves."21

Our ability to communicate our own feelings, and to pick up the feelings of others and thus to heal fractures in connection, threatens the structures of hierarchy. Feelings of empathy and tender compassion for another's suffering or humanity make it difficult to maintain or justify inequality.

It's a lot easier to like people when they can't make life miserable for you anymore.

I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when the beloved child doesn't say she's sorry? The parable doesn't talk about that. Jesus figures of course you're sorry. Jesus, I thought, you blew it. Not everybody is sorry.

I guess even really annoying people can be right sometimes.

How can you be somebody else's savior, when you can't be your own?

In a civil war," he said gently, "people forget that they are people. Next they forget anyone else is a person. They forget how to be kind. They learn to hurt. In our wars, they might execute you, but usually they chop hands off, so that you suffer before you die. If you live, you are helpless and must depend on others.

Sometimes, when he was older, and especially after he became taller than his mother, he would put his arms around her and silently hold her, and feel her pain right through the fold of his embrace.

Never forget, she used to tell him, that Jesus loves you. Personally he'd never felt this and, even if it had been true, would have gained little consolation—for who wanted to be loved by someone who loved everybody? And then only because it was their job.

a trouble shared is a trouble halved'.