Quotes About Compassion

Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass.

Why can't you be decent to people? she asked. Fear, I said.

I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.

Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the other hand it is mathematically possible that he might win whatever you bring with you. What you must do, with money and the poor, is never let them get too close to one another.

no concept of danger, reality, flow or compassion. you can feel the despair escaping from their machines, their lives as hopeless and as numbed as yours.

You could sit in there all day drinking coffee and they never asked you to leave no matter how bad you looked. They just asked the bums not to bring their wine and drink it there. Places like that gave you hope when there wasn´t much hope.

Once in a rare lifetime have you ever been in a roomful of people who only helped you when you looked at them, listened to them. this was one of those magic times. I knew it.

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the living but not for my 5 cats

That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.

did she love you? only as an extension of herself. what else can love be? the common sense to care very much for something very good. it needn't be related by bloodline. it can be a red beachball or a piece of buttered toast.

There's too much coldness in the world, I told her. If people would only talk things out together it would help.

the gift is having a daughter more gentle than you are, whose laughter is finer than yours.

the worst sin in the world is when the poor try to rob the poor. the enemy is fairly obvious, why weaken our ranks?

Bun?tatea putea fi uneori g?sit? în mijlocul iadului.

it's as if he were hiding in there and I want to console him, say: "I am sorry, poor fellow, but creation has its limits.

There was no compassion or courtesy: fender jammed against fender, they drove on. I understood it: anybody who gave an inch would cause a traffic jam, a disturbance, a murder. Traffic flowed endlessly like turds in a sewer. It was marvelous to see, and none of the drivers were angry, they were simply resigned to the facts.

The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn't care

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?

we don't need new governments new revolutions we don't need new men new women we don't need new ways we just need to care.

That is what friendship means. Sharing the prejudice of experience

What is your philosophy of life?" "Think as little as possible." "Anything else?" "When you can't think of anything else to do, be kind.

What's the sin in being poor?

but perhaps it will help if we all realize that perhaps all of us have been pests at one time or another to somebody but we never knew it. shit, it's a horrible thought but most probably true and maybe it will help us bear up under the pest. basically, there is no 100 percent man. we are all run through with various madnesses and uglinesses that we ourselves are not aware of but that everybody else is aware of. how ya gonna keep us down on the farm?

Jos et keksi mitä tekisit, niin ole kiltisti. (Auringonvalo, tässä olen, s. 217)