Quotes About Compassion

Every unkind remark or crude gesture by others is a blessing, an opportunity to exercise our own capacity to forgive.

And, it's funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people. All other people. Everyone.

But someday, I'd like to live a life based on doing good stuff instead of just not doing bad stuff. You know?

Give me tolerance. Flash. Give me understanding. Flash.

Give me courage. Flash. Give me tolerance. Flash. Give me wisdom. Flash.

No man has to be a rocket surgeon to recognize love.

La gente, cuando cree que te estás muriendo, te presta toda su atención.

Protagonista: Por favor, doctor. Estoy sufriendo. —Doctor: ¿Quieres ver sufrimiento? Visita el pabellón de cáncer testicular. Eso es dolor.

For instance, if Jesus Christ had died in prison, with no one watching and with no one there to mourn or torture him, would we be saved?

Imagine if Jesus chased you around, trying to catch you and save your soul. Not just a patient passive God, but a hardworking, aggressive bloodhound. We want the criminal to confess during the trial. We want him to be exposed in the drawing room scene, surrounded by his peers. The detective is a shepherd, and we want the criminal back in the fold, returned to us. We love him. We miss him. We want to hug him. Mona

THIS IS WHY I loved the support groups so much, if people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention.

but my mom's going to hate being hated. she's a skinny beautiful lady with perfect hair; she's just not equipped to deal with hate.

Love is a skill you learn. Like house-training a dog. Maybe a talent you do or do not build up. Like a muscle. And if you can't learn yourself to love blood family, than you'll never truly love. Not nobody.

Making others right redeems their paltry and pointless educations. Making others right makes them love you

Cuando la gente cree que te estás muriendo es cuando en verdad te escuchan, en lugar de estar esperando su turno para hablar

Adulthood Begins the moment someone tells you, You need to be more sensitive.

It's called a culling song. In some ancient cultures, they sang it to children during famines or droughts, anytime the tribe had outgrown its land. It was sung to warriors injured in accidents or the very old or anyone dying. It was used to end misery and pain. It's a lullaby.

And it's funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people. All other people. Everybody. The kid never knew the man's name. But he never forgot that smile. "Hero" isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind.

It's crazy, but you invest all your emotion in just this one tiny goldfish, even after six hundred and forty goldfish, and you can´t just let the little thing starve to death.

And it's funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people. All other people. Everybody.

It's funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people. All other people. Everybody.

Por eso yo apreciaba tanto los grupos de apoyo, porque la gente, cuando cree que te estás muriendo, te presta toda su atención.

They don't ask, How do we stop bullies? Instead those assholes say, How can we get these stupid kids to stop painting bull's-eyes on their foreheads? They put the blame on the victims, not the victimizers.

When we're good to each other, the world is good, Marcy. It's as simple as a sunset. We help them, they help us. If we can't live like that, then what's the point of living at all?