Quotes About Compassion

I sit on a man's back choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am sorry for him and wish to lighten his load by all means possible… except by getting off his back.

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

Here I am alive, and it's not my fault, so I have to try and get by as best I can without hurting anybody until death takes over.

As long as there are slaughter houses there will always be battlefields.

There are as many kinds of love, as there are hearts

One can live magnificently in this world if one knows how to work and how to love.

I've always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, as they are, and not as you'd like them to be.

If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

In all human sorrow nothing gives comfort but love and faith, and that in the sight of Christ's compassion for us no sorrow is trifling.

God forgive me everything!' she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling...

You think that your laws correct evil - they only increase it. There is but one way to end evil - by rendering good for evil to all men without distinction.

The whole trouble lies in that people think that there are conditions excluding the necessity of love in their intercourse with man, but such conditions do not exist. Things may be treated without love; one may chop wood, make bricks, forge iron without love, but one can no more deal with people without love than one can handle bees without care.

All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.

They ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox.

I don't think badly of people. I like everybody, and I'm sorry for everybody.

When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.

And all people live, not by reason of any care they have for themselves, but by the love for them that is in other people.

If we all took our problems and threw them into a pile next to other people's and saw what they had to deal with, we'd grab our own problems back as fast as we could.

We told them about Stringbean's missing tent poles. Mr. Jordan knelt down in front of Stringbean. "Don't worry, Greenbean. We'll find a place for you to sleep." Jasper mumbled, "It's Stringbean, sir." Mr. Jordan looked confused. He couldn't understand Stringbean's mumble-jumble. "String cheese?" he asked. "Do you want a piece of string cheese?" "Never mind," Stringbean said.

By seeing the beauty in every face we lift others into their wisest self and increase the chances of hearing a synchronistic message.

that horrible acts are caused, in part, by our very tendency to assume that some people are naturally evil.

We read about you to be with you, to walk in someone else's shoes, to experience another life. Some of those lives are hard, and others are easy, but we're with you every step of the way. We read about people in impossible situations because we're dealing with horrible things ourselves, in our lives. And you going through your story helps us with ours, no matter how yours ends.

How can we imagine what our lives should be without the illumination of the lives of others?

How can we imagine what our lives would be without the illumination of the lives of others?