Quotes About Compassion

porque cuando a alguien le iban mal las cosas sentía siempre un ligero placer que disimulaba bajo un gran afán de ofrecer ayuda (...)

Per educare un altro bisogna avere nei confronti di se stessi almeno un poco di fiducia e di simpatia.

But he said that all men made you sorry for them if you looked at them closely, and that in fact one ought to guard against that excess of compassion which arose suddenly, from looking closely at people.

Miles said softly, "Ma. We'll get you out right away." "Sure, Ma," said Jesse. "Don't worry about me none," said Mae in the same exhausted voice. "I'll make out." "Make out?" exclaimed the constable. "You people beat all. If this feller dies, you'll get the gallows, that's what you'll get, if that's what you mean by make out.

And finally she had sobbed the only truth there was into her mother's shoulder, the only explanation: the Tucks were her friends. She had done it because—in spite of everything, she loved them.

You think you're the only one? Theo said. Everyone has scars. We just don't all wear them on the outside.

Mommy, you say quietly, so as not to be overheard. Do you know how, when you love someone and you know they are hurting, it hurts you, too?

Humanity...I'm a humanity lover. All the broken bastards...

If I enjoy a fundamental sense of efficacy and worth, and experience myself as lovable, then I have a foundation for appreciating and loving others.

Empathy and compassion, no less than benevolence and cooperativeness, are far more likely to be found among persons of high self-esteem than among low;

Self-acceptance entails the idea of compassion, of being a friend to myself.

Persons who hate themselves hate others.

Self-acceptance is my refusal to be in an adversarial relationship to myself.

The sick in mind, and, perhaps, in body, are rendered more darkly and hopelessly so by the manifold reflection of their disease, mirrored back from all quarters in the deportment of those about them; they are compelled to inhale the poison of their own breath, in infinite repetition.

Cannot you conceive that another man may wish well to the world and struggle for its good on some other plan than precisely that which you have laid down?

It is to the credit of human nature that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.

This shall be the last of my benevolent follies, and I will never be kind to anybody again as long as I live.

Wondrous strength and generosity of a woman's heart! She will not speak!

Individuals in private life, meanwhile, had quite forgiven Hester Prynne for her frailty; nay, more, they had begun to look upon the scarlet letter as the token, not of that one sin for which she had borne so long and dreary a penance, but of her many good deeds since.

Her breast, with its badge of shame, was but the softer pillow for the head that needed one.

Human beings owe a debt of love to one another because there is no other method of paying the debt of love and care which all of us owe to providence.

Benevolence is the twin of pride.

The witnesses of Hester Prynne's disgrace had not yet passed beyond their simplicity. They were stern enough to look upon her death, had that been the sentence, without a murmur at its severity, but had none of the heartlessness of another social state, which would find only a theme for jest in an exhibition like the present.

He has violated, in cold blood, the sanctity of a human heart.