Quotes About Compassion

To know the truth—to accept without bitterness

She seemed determined to be human also; to like people, even though they were stupid.

Las personas a quienes más apreciamos no nos convienen cuando estamos enfermos.

and yet Nancy felt, it might be true that she minded losing her brooch, but she wasn't crying only for that. She was crying for something else. We might all sit down and cry, she felt. But she did not know what for.

He's read nothing, thought nothing, felt nothing, he could hear her saying in that empathic voice which carried so much farther than she knew.

quién va a exigir juicio crítico a un enfermo o sensatez al postrado en la cama?

Non era stato necessario che parlassero. Avevano pensato le stesse cose e lui aveva risposto senza che lei dovesse chiedere nulla. Era là in piedi e stendeva le mani su tutta la debolezza e la sofferenza dell'umanità; le parve che esaminasse, con tolleranza e compassione, il loro destino finale.

Do not, in your affluence and plenty,' you seem to say, 'pass me by.' 'Stop,' you say. 'Ask me what I suffer.' Let me then create you. (You have done as much for me.)

They alone live, who live for others.

Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words.

We who burrow in filth every day may be forgiven perhaps the one sin that ends all sins.

Beaming and melting in smiles of benevolence and self-effacement, they sidled up and plumped down next to Lucette, who turned to them with her last, last, last free gift of staunch courtesy that was stronger than failure and death.

The softness and fragility of baby animals caused us the same intense pain. She wanted to be a nurse in some famished Asiatic country; I wanted to be a famous spy.

there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it...

The worst madman is the one who fails to consider the possibility of somebody else being mad too.

Only experts, for experts, should probe a mind's misery.

She groped for words. I supplied them mentally. (He broke my heart. You merely broke my life).

I take my hat off to the hero who dashes into a burning house and saves his neighbor's child; but I shake his hand if he has risked squandering a precious five seconds to find and save, together with the child, its favorite toy.

Readers call Tolstoy a giant not because other writers are dwarfs but because he remains always of exactly our own stature,† exactly keeping pace with us instead of passing by in the distance, as other authors do.

Humbert, when you get to know me better, you'll find I'm extremely broad-minded.

I find it inordinately hard to speak about my other brother. He is a mere shadow in the background of my richest and most detailed recollections. It is one of those lives that hopelessly claim a belated something--compassion, understanding, no matter what--which the mere recognition of such a want can neither replace nor redeem.

She was so kind, was Rita, such a good sport, that I daresay she would have given herself to any pathetic creature or fallacy, an old broken tree or a bereaved porcupine, out of sheer chumminess and compassion.

When peoples cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

Just what is a liberal?" asked Simple. "Well, as nearly as I can tell, a liberal is a nice man who acts decently toward people, talks democratically, and often is democratic in his personal life, but does not stand up very well in action when some real social issue like Jim Crow comes up.