Quotes About Compassion

A fool in love is laughed at but in the end always forgiven

Let me point out that a duck's idea of being saved may be different from your idea of being saved. It may include being left in peace by human beings.

We cannot shrink in disgust from our neighbour's touch because his hands, that are clean now, were once dirty. We must cultivate, all of us, a certain ignorance, a certain blindness, or society will not be tolerable.

A good person. Not a bad resolution to make, in dark times.

por qué precisamente su hijo, mientras los otros noventa y nueve siguen incólumes, jugando y disfrutando? Le parece monstruoso que la oscuridad haya engullido a David, que no haya indignación, ni clamor, que nadie se arranque los cabellos ni rechine los dientes, que el mundo siga girando sobre su eje como si nada hubiera ocurrido.

What does he know of the force that drives the utmost strangers into each other's arms, making them kin, kind, beyond all prudence?

The joys of possession I have never felt very acutely. I find it hard to think of myself as the owner of anything. But I do tend to slip into the role of guardian and protector of the unloved and unlovable, of what other people disdain or spurn: bad-tempered old dogs, ugly pieces of furniture that have stubbornly stayed alive, cars on the edge of breakdown. It is a role I resist; but every now and then the mute appeal of the unwanted overwhelms my defences.

Hand in hand they stroke her womb, watching for it to flicker and blossom. p. 3

Sin embargo, y regreso a mi primera pregunta, ¿acaso es bueno que el imperio de la ley no conceda excepciones? Si la ley se aplica sin excepciones, ¿qué lugar queda para la compasión?

Curious that a man as selfish as he should be offering himself to the service of dead dogs. There must be other, more productive ways of giving oneself to the world, or to an idea of the world... But there are other people to do these things - the animal welfare thing, the social rehabilitation thing, even the Byron thing. He saves the honour of corpses because there is no one else stupid enough to do it.

Matar a la persona que amas: es algo que el viejo Simón no entenderá nunca. Pero tú lo entiendes, ¿verdad? Tú entiendes a Dmitri. Lo entendiste desde el primer momento.

I've always believed, she replied, that if God is going to be strict about anything, that He will be strict about the rules concerning hate, not love. And if two people love each other, that has to be better than two people hating each other. Beyond that, it's for God to sort out. I'm too frail to be such a judge.

True greatness, true leadership, is achieved not by reducing men to one's service but in giving oneself in selfless service to them.

Kristin Neff wisely observes, "When we're in touch with our common humanity, we remember that feelings of inadequacy and disappointment are shared by all. This is what distinguishes self-compassion from self-pity. Whereas self-pity says 'poor me,' self-compassion remembers that everyone suffers, and it offers comfort because everyone is human. The pain I feel in difficult times is the same pain that you feel in difficult times."4

Qhuinn: What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me? Blay: What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts

You are in a prison with no bars. I worry about you.

She wanted to say something smart and kind, put together some combination of words to reach him where he'd reached her with his. But the thing was, there was more courage in these revelations of his than she had ever shown anyone, and in a world that was full of taking and cruelty, he was fucking breaking her heart with what he was giving her.

When order in study was finally reestablished, Wrath looked downright nasty. Next one of you mouthy assholes makes me pound my desk again, I'm throwing you the fuck out. On that note, he reached down, picked up the cowering ninety-pounds retriever, and settled George in his lap. You're freaking out my dog and it's pissing me off.

Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.

Quick question. Does this magical skill with gray matter come with a total lack of compunction for your kind, or is it just you who were born without a conscience? V: I beg your pardon?

As his ears rang and his heart broke for her, he stayed strong against the gale force she let loose. After all, there was a reason why here and hear were seperated by so little and sounded one like the other. Bearing witness to her, he heard her and was there for her because that was all you could do during a fall apart. But God, it pained him to see how she suffered.

See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.

Sometimes IVs and pills weren't always the best course of treatment for the injured. Sometimes all you needed was the touch of the one you loved and the sound of their voice and the knowledge that you were home, and that was enough to drag you back from the brink.