Quotes About Compassion

He had managed to get the good things in life, somehow—but why at least could he not go off and enjoy them, without coming to taunt the poor with their misfortune?

A singular thing—he was a devout Catholic, went every morning to mass, and kneeled to a merciful redeemer who had said: "Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not." Little French children, of course; no little German children!

Never by chance will you say anything about there being starvation outside the gates; and if the owner takes you to the Episcopal Church or the Catholic, you will not quote what you hear about laying up for yourselves treasures on earth, or about how "the Lord hath put down the mighty from their seats and exalted them of low degree. He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away.

These are thing, Trudi's father told her long before she was old enough for confession, that the church call sins, but they are part of being human. And those we need to embrace. The most important thing-- He paused. --is to be kind.

And what she hated more than anything that moment was for all the differences between people to matter no more - no more differences in size and belief- differences that became justification for destruction.

And what to embrace.

But not everyone looked away when injustices happened to others. When little Fienchen Blomberg was stoned in front of the Weilers' grocery store by six older boys, Frau Weiler let out a howl, grabbed her broom, and whipped from the store.

He spoke about Africa in an unusual way. He spoke of Africa as though Africa was a sick child and he was the parent.

His attitude, since he had begun to feel towards a character, was that I owed him something, simply because I seemed willing to help.

I felt his pain as an extra pressure on myself. I mentally added his pain to mine, made it part of my own.

I could meet dreadful people and end up seeing the world through their eyes, seeing their frailties, their needs. You refer to yourself in order to understand other people. That's the novelist's gift, isn't it?

We couldn't find it in our hearts to find fault with him. We suffered with him.

The salvation of this human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human meekness and human responsibility.

I feel that the dormant goodwill in people needs to be stirred. People need to hear that it makes sense to behave decently or to help others, to place common interests above their own, to respect the elementary rules of human coexistence.

Truth and love will overcome lies and hatred.

All human suffering concerns each human being

I just think sometimes, they were kids once. They ran about the park kicking a football. They had things they wanted to be. Nobody dreams about being that guy there. Nobody sets out to be like him. And we keep coming up against folk that have got themselves completely fucked up.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind'.

Tragedy is not deep and sharp if it can be shared with friend.

Ci sono persone che per le azioni altrui tendono sempre a trovare le ragioni più infime, e non perché sono cattive, anzi: spesso i detrattori non farebbero mai ciò di cui accusano gli altri. Le loro spiegazioni, piuttosto, vorrebbero dimostrare una certa esperienza della vita, laddove con chiarimenti che implicano pulsioni nobili passerebbero per ingenui e poco perspicaci.

Everyone feels guilty before a mother who has lost her son in a war; throughout human history men have tried in vain to justify themselves.

Let's be kind and attentive to the individual man - whether he's a bishop, a peasant, an industrial magnate, a convict in the Sakhalin Islands or a waiter in a restaurant. Let's begin with respect, compassion and love for the individual - or we'll never get anywhere.

Buena es la verdad, mejor es el amor

Jenny lacked any sense of property - she was constantly apologising to Yevgenia and asking for her permission to open the small upper window in order to let in her elderly tabby cat. Her main interests and worries centered around this cat and how to protect it from her neighbors... She fed her own rations to the cat, whom she called 'my dear, silver child' The cat adored her; he was a rough sullen beast, but would become suddenly animated and affectionate when he saw her.