Quotes About Compassion

Life is life, and kind is kind.

I'm going to write ceaselessly about the dignity of human beings no matter who and or what they are, and the less dignity a person has the fewer words I'll use.

Buddhism wasn't responsible for the insane atrocities of human history

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved. Nobody was paying any attention to me up there. I should have known better.

Ordinarily the death of a cat means little to most men, a lot to fewer men, but to me, and that cat, it was exactly and no lie and sincerely like the death of my little brother - I loved Tyke with all my heart

Kad?nlar? bilirsin, küçük kedileri pek severler... Yard?ma muhtaç ÅŸeylere bay?l?r onlar. Ama erkeklere geldi mi iÅŸ deÄŸiÅŸir, erkeÄŸin zalim olan?n? tercih ederler.

But what's all this giving of ourselves, what's there to give that'll help anybody

But that don't mean I don't love America, by God, though I hate these damn hunters, all they wanta do is level a gun at a helpless sentient being and murder it, for every sentient being or living creature these actual pricks kill they will be reborn a thousand times to suffer the horrors of samsara and damn good for 'em too." "Hear

After all a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

The mad have unkind hearts.

Um dia hei de renascer numa grande cidade de outro sistema planetário, no passado ou no futuro, onde uma única montanha de 5km de altitude se recorta no céu azul - com toda a compaixão que sinto dentro de mim, a única coisa que vou precisar é da sabedoria da terra.

I lay in bed and thought about how easy it was to hurt a person. It didn't have to be physical. All you had to do was take a good hard kick at something they cared about.

I lay in bed and thought how easy it was to hurt a person. It didn't have to be physical. All you had to do was take a good hard kick at something they cared about.

You tell me why's a man's blood is any better or any more precious than a dog's blood? It sure ain't to the dog.

In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you let go?

If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.

In the end, just three things matter: How well we have lived How well we have loved How well we have learned to let go

To bow to the fact of our life's sorrows and betrayals is to accept them; and from this deep gesture we discover that all life is workable. As we learn to bow, we discover that the heart holds more freedom and compassion than we could imagine.

Much of spiritual life is self-acceptance, maybe all of it.

The words of the Buddha offer this truth: ? Hatred never ceases by hatred but by love alone is healed.

He who steals my purse steals my right to live, was the reply, old saws to the contrary. For he steals my bread and meat and bed, and in doing so imperils my life.

Weedon Scott had set himself the task of redeeming White Fang - or rather, of redeeming mankind from the wrong it had done White Fang. It was a matter of principle and conscience. He felt that the ill done White Fang was a debt incurred by man and that it must be paid.

He talked to White Fang as White Fang had never been talked to before. He talked softly and soothingly, with a gentleness that somehow, somewhere, touched White Fang. In spite of himself and all the pricking warnings of his instinct, White Fang began to have confidence in this god. He had a feeling of security that was belied by all his experience with men.

I think that the important thing to consider here - Hubert Humphrey said that a society is measured by how he treats those in the dawn of life, those in the shadows of life, and those in the twilight of life. And it is true that Terri Schiavo lives among us in the shadows of life, but she is not brain dead. She feels pain.