Quotes About Compassion

I believe that man will not merely endure. He will prevail. He is immortal not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.

Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.

People. They're really innately, inherently gentle and compassionate and kind. That's what wrings, wrenches...something. Your entrails, maybe. The member of the mob who holds up the whole ceremony for seconds or even minutes while he dislodges a family of bugs or lizards from the log he is about to put on the fire.

final itch-footed destination, and at the same time scattering his ebullient seed in a hundred dusky bellies through a thousand miles of wilderness; innocent and gullible, without bowels for avarice or compassion or forethought either, changing the face of the earth: felling a tree which took two hundred years to grow, in order to extract from it a bear or a capful of wild honey;

Mi sa che le donne riescono a fare del bene senza essere tanto gentili. Gli uomini, be' forse. Ma solo una donna che è anche lei poco per bene sarà davvero gentile con un'altra che ha bisogno di gentilezza

Un hombre vivo es mejor que un hombre muerto, pero ningún hombre vivo o muerto es mucho mejor que otro hombre vivo o muerto.

A veces, durante cierto tiempo, pierdo por completo la fe en la naturaleza humana; me asalta la duda. Pero Dios Nuestro Señor siempre acaba por devolverme la fe y mostrarme su bondadoso amor a las criaturas.

So you believe in the rightness of man? I said. I will beat the heads off yez all for a shilling, Comyn said. I believe in the pitiableness of man, the subadar said. That is better.

Él ha dicho: «Lo siento aún más que tú». Y yo he dicho: «Tú no sabes qué tormento es que yo no pueda sentirlo. Hago por sentirlo, pero no puedo pensar en ello lo suficiente para sentirlo».

Every man will be equal there and it will be taken from them that have and give to them that have not by the Lord. But

This isn't from me, but from Faulkner, and may be the best advice I've seen for any writer. (Write of) the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed – love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice.

There was a joy of life in him and a kind of tenderness untainted by the merely gentle." When I read that line, written by James Salter, many years later, I thought of Glenn.

I'll tell you why yes, because why people lie is, because when people stop lying you know they've stopped caring.

No you won't understand will you! that your own selfish suffering's easier than facing suffering you've caused

What do you think we ought to do? she asked. Do? Put his sorry ass away. Tell the law and let them open the graves themselves. Put him away forever in some crazyhouse. They'd have to. You think they would? I know they would. What would you do with him? There's supposed to be respect for the dead. It's the way we evolved or something. It's genetic. This man here…he wouldn't cull anything. He'd do anything.

We musn't let anything happen to Piggy, must we?

Something to forgive is a purer joy than geometry.

There were some things you did, no matter what, and when a friend needed help, you helped them.

Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what? I just want you to feel you're doing well. I hate for people o die embarrassed.

Inigo looked at him. You mean you'll forgive me completely for saving your life if I completely forgive you for saving mine? You're my friend, my only one. Pathetic, that's what we are, Inigo said. Athletic.

Oh, Westley, I didn't mean that, I didn't, I didn't, not a single syllabub of it." Now Westley knew that she meant to say "not a single syllable of it," because a syllabub was something you ate, with cream and wine mixed in together to form the base. But he also knew an apology when he heard one. So he held her very close, and shut his loving eyes, and only whispered, "I knew it was false, believe me, every single syllabub.

the friends of humanity once more appear, in their zeal to help somebody, to be trampling on those who are trying to help themselves.

Love your neighbor as yourself" cannot mean love your neighbor as if your neighbor were you. Only

I did some Twelfth Step work down there once before. They put alcoholics right in with the crazy people. It's horrible—these men all twisted and shaking—eyes all foggy and full of pain. Some guy there with his fists clamped together, so he couldn't kill anyone. There was a young man, just a young man, had scratched his eyes out.