Quotes About Compassion

I don't think I'm allowed to kill something because I am frightened.

All we can do, I believe, is take the love and give the love and try to remember who dreamed dreams of us. And try to be faithful to that.

We need to watch For the scared and the vulnerable One day it may be Us

Meanwhile, my experience has shown me that beneath the darkest of visages usually gleams the softest of hearts.

He and Nona made me. They gave me a soft heart. They are the good that's in me. When I lose my compassion and anger rears its ugly head, I think about my life

What we now want most is closer contact and better understanding between individuals and communities all over the earth and the elimination of that fanatic devotion to exalted ideals of national egoism and pride, which is always prone to plunge the world into primeval barbarism and strife.

Its not the love you make. It's the love you give.

One day I was handed a few volumes of new literature unlike anything I had ever read before and so captivating as to make me utterly forget my hopeless state. They were the earlier works of Mark Twain and to them might have been due the miraculous recovery which followed. Twenty-five years later, when I met Mr. Clemens and we formed a friendship between us, I told him of the experience and was amazed to see that great man of laughter burst into tears.

The sole way to save oneself is to save others. Or to struggle to save others -even that is sufficient.

I knew that over and above the truth, there exists another duty which is much more important and much more human.

The more he approached the people and perceived their anger-filled eyes and the dark, tortured fierceness of their expressions, the more his heart stirred, the more his bowels flooded with deep sympathy and love. These are the people, he reflected. They are all brothers, every one of them, but they do not know it—and that is why they suffer. If they knew it, what celebrations there would be, what hugging and kissing, what happiness!

How ought we to love God, Father? he asked in a whisper. By loving men, my son And how ought we to love men? By trying to guide them along the right path And what is the right path? The one that rises - Nikos Kazanzakis, Christ Recrucified

I pity the village where no one is a saint, but I also pity the village where everyone is a saint!

Good god how much I have suffered, but serenely, because I understood that what I endured was nothing, just a caress compared to the world's boundless misfortune.

S-ar putea, desigur, s? nu-i salv?m, ad?ug?. Dar m?car aÈ™a o s? ne salv?m pe noi, încercând s?-i salv?m pe alÈ›ii. Nu-i aÈ™a? Nu asta propov?duiai dumneata, dasc?le? " Singurul mod de a te salva pe tine însuÈ›i este s? lupÈ›i s?-i salvezi pe ceilalÈ›i..." la fapt?, aÈ™adar, dasc?l iscusit în predici... Aici s? te v?d!

I am not going to kill sin by killing the sinners; I am not going to wage war against evildoers and infidels. I shall preach love, and I shall love; I shall preach concord, and shall practice brotherly love toward everyone in the world.

Good Lord, just think what poor old God must go through also," he said with a laugh. "He certainly got himself in hot water when he created the world. The fish screams, Don't blind me, Lord; don't let me enter the nets! The fisherman screams, Blind the fish, Lord; make him enter the nets! Which one is God supposed to listen to? Sometimes he listens to the fish, sometimes to the fisherman—and that's the way the world goes round!

What sort of madness comes over us to make us throw ourselves on another man, when he's done nothing to us, and bite him, cut his nose off, tear his ear out, run him through the guts - and all the time, calling on the Almighty to help us! Does it mean we want the Almighty to go and cut off noses and ears and rip people up?

But at times I was seized with compassion. A Buddhist compassion, as cold as the conclusion of a metaphysical syllogism. A compassion not only for men but for all life which struggles, cries, weeps, hopes and does not perceive that everything is a phantasmagoria of nothingness.

Fin'c? trebuie s? È™tii, st?pâne, c? Dumnezeu este un domn; asta va s? zic? nobleÈ›ea: s? ierÈ›i!

Salvarea omului atârn? de un cap?t de a??, de un strig?t de iubire.

Ascult?, b?iete. Pe Dumnezeu nu pot s?-l încap? cele nou? colÅ£uri ale cerului ÅŸi nici cele ÅŸapte ale p?mântului; îl încape îns? inima omului. ?i d-aia, È›ine minte, Zorbas, ai binecuvântarea mea, ai grij? s? nu r?neÈ™ti niciodat? inima omului!

Solange es Kinder gibt die hungern, gibt es keinen Gott!

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