Quotes About Compassion

Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.

Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy: a drop of it could dilute a lake of hate.

You have only to begin, Lir. Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can't expect the world to be better than we make it.

I'm afraid they're in love," he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you." He lifted one hand from her waist to gently brush a pair from her neck, where their wings fanned against her jaw. Melancholy, he said, "I know just how they feel.

There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.

I said I was sorry." "Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere else.

We're all on the same side. Even her. You can be on the same side and have different ideas.

Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

And there's no better way to thaw a face, as it turns out, than with another face.

Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can't expect the world to be better than we make it.

It was the worst kind of silence, but a good kind of closeness. These weren't her folk, but...they were, and maybe that meant that anyone could be anyone's, which was a sort of nice thing to think, with the world falling apart.

Here was the radical notion that you might help someone simply because they needed it.

But how do you stop someone from crying? How do you lead them out of fear? Can hate be reversed? Can revenge be diffused?

It mattered. They mattered, and whatever it was that had made them not kill each other on Bullfinch beach all those years ago… mattered.

Nunca te arrepientas de tu propia bondad, pequeña. Mantener la sinceridad frente al mal es una muestra de fuerza. -Brimstone

You can't atone for taking one life by saving another. What good does that do the dead?" "The dead," she said. "And we have plenty of dead between us, but the way we act, you'd think they were corpses hanging on to our ankles, rather than souls freed to the elements.

It's the fuel for everything our people have done to each other since the beginning. That's what makes peace seem impossible. How can you blame someone for wanting to kill the killer of their loved ones? How can you fault people for what they do in grief?

You've got to have, like, a lentil for a soul to hate wiener dogs.

There is intimacy in pain.

La clemencia engendra clemencia, igual que las masacres devienen en masacres.

Karou's glance flickered to where the corpse had been, which did not go unnoticed by Liraz. "You think I didn't learn?" the angel asked, incredulous. And with that, Karou almost dared to hope. "Did you?" she asked, and her voice was very small. Did you learn? Did you glean Ziri's soul? Dear gods and stardust, did you? Liraz started to tremble. "I don't know," she said, "I don't know." Her voice shattered, and just like that she was crying.

Había descubierto que la clemencia era capaz de una alquimia increíble: una sola gota podía diluir un lago de odio.

Me temo que se han enamorado —dijo él, preocupado—. No quieren abandonarte (...) Sé exactamente cómo se sienten.

The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion--to close a door to one's own self and forget it was ever there.