Quotes About Compassion

you want to understand everything sympathetically. It can't be done. One must just blunder on. Truth lies in blundering on.

Oh if only I could take my mother away and never know of these things again. But it was impossible, the machine would go on and on and nothing would stop it. And no one from now on for ever would know how much he suffered and what it was really like to be him. How can I bear it, he thought, how can I go on bearing it without becoming something savage and awful?

There's little enough love in the world. Why do you want to kill mine?

Love is the only justice.

She would give ease to his too long wandering heart, and then he could live more fully in the world of other people, more able, because more happy, to give them his full attention.

She thought, I shall never tell it to Jack, the strange love which I feel for this doomed man, as if he were a dog lying in the road with a broken back.

Partly, I still felt something of the sheer unholy excitement which I had experienced initially at the thought of a friend (especially this one) in trouble.

God loves me enough to give me choices and the liberty to make them. In turn, I am to love God's other children enough to have faith in their ability to make choices.

They mean well, and they mean well tae me, but there's nae way under the sun that they can appreciate what ah feel, what ah need. Protect me from those who wish tae help us.

Ma best mate is possibly Tommy. Cares aboot things, aboot people; maybe just a wee bit too much for the kind ay world we're compelled tae live in.

If every cunt had a ride whin they hud a heidache, thir widnae be as much fuckin trouble in the world.

High cunts are a big fuckin drag when yir feeling like this, because thir too busy enjoying their high tae notice or gie a fuck about your suffering. Whereas the piss-held in the pub wants every cunt tae git as ootay it as he is, the real junky (as opposed tae the casual user who wants a partner-in-crime) doesnae gie a fuck aboot anybody else.

Es bueno que la gente vea películas de guerra. Si todo el mundo viera películas de guerra, sabría que la guerra está mal y dejaría de luchar. Lo que sí está mal es que hay demasiadas películas de paz. Por eso la gente no puede ver con sus propios ojos que la guerra está mal.

Como a maioria das pessoa desse mundo, a minha maldade é meio que um a maldade passiva, uma maldade por omissão, por não fazer nada porque não me importo com ninguém o suficiente pra intervir e tal, com exceção das pessoa que eu conheço bem . Por que não consigo me importar com todo mundo do jeito que me importo com quem eu conheço?

Leave it man. Squirrel's botherin nae cunt likesay! Ah hate it the wey Mark's intae hurtin animals… it's wrong man. Ye cannae love yirsel if ye want tae hurt things like that… ah mean… what hope is thir? The squirrel's likes fuckin lovely. He's daein his ain thing. He's free. That's mibble what Rents cannae stand. The squirrel's free man.

If only he loved himself as much as he loved the rest of the world.

Kev shuddered. This was crazy, but there it was; his name, spelt by an insect... — Boab? Is that really you? Fuckin hell! Eh, buzz twice fir aye, once fir naw. Two buzzes. — Did eh, what's his name, did God dae this? Two buzzes. — Whit the fuck ur ye gaunny dae? Frantic buzzing. — Sorry Boab... kin ah git ye anything? Scran, likesay?

Pero tener buen corazón solo sirve para que algunos quieran clavarte un cuchillo en él. Lo consideran un objetivo, como si fuera la diana de los dardos. Dicen: "Vamos a por ese buen corazón.

Spud gives Renton the kind of smile that would make old wifies in the street want to adopt him like a stray cat.

Si tous les enculés de la terre niquaient quand ils ont la migraine, y aurait pas autant de problèmes.

His eyes wir crystal clear and treacherous, untainted by conscience or compassion.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

Sometimes men are generous and forgiving, sometimes angry and blind.

Pain did curious things to him. It made him sensitive to the pain of others.