Quotes About Compassion

Se detuvo y contempló las copas de los álamos, mecidas por el viento,con sus hojas mojadas y relucientes bajo el sol frío, y comprendió que no la perdonarían, que todo el mundo sería inmisericorde con ella,como ese cielo y ese follaje.

And the main thing is," he continued, "that I know, and know for certain, that the enjoyment of doing this good is the only sure happiness in life.

Stop robbing others before you give money to beggars. With the same hand that we rob one person, we reward another, giving to the poor the money which we have taken from the even poorer. Better no charity than this kind of charity.

blessed are the poor, the humble, the kind, the generous.

to be loved is in your opinion as great a happiness as to love, and if a man obtains it, it is enough for his whole life. it is a misfortune to feel guilty because you do not something you cannot give

Every kind thing is a virtue. To give water to a thirsty person, or to pick up a stone from a road, or to convince your neighbors and friends that they should be virtuous, or to show a traveler his way, or to smile looking into your neighbor's face—all this is virtue. —MOHAMMED

Benefit performances, bad paintings and statues, philanthropic societies, Gypsies, schools, subscription dinners, carousing, the Masons, churches, books—no one and nothing met with refusal,

To accept the dignity of another person is an axiom. It has nothing to do with subduing, supporting, or giving charity to other people.

They're also people. Right, lads?

En algunos instantes, después de prolongados sufrimientos, lo que más anhelaba -aunque le habría dado vergüenza confesarlo-era que alguien le tuviese lástima como se le tiene lástima a un niño enfermo. Quería que le acariciaran, que le besaran, que lloraran por él, como se acaricia y consuela a los niños.

the mere fact of the death of a near acquaintance aroused, as usual, in all who heard of it the complacent feeling that, "it is he who is dead and not I.

When I saw the head part from the body and how they thumped separately into the box, I understood, not with my mind but with my whole being, that no theory of the reasonableness of our present progress could justify this deed; and that though everybody from the creation of the world had held it to be necessary, on whatever theory, I knew it to be unnecessary and bad; and therefore the arbiter of what is good and evil is not what people say and do, nor is it progress, but it is my heart and I.

Es nek? negribu pier?d?t, vienk?rši- es gribu dz?vot; nedar?t ?auna nevienam citam, iz?emot sevi pašu. Uz to man ir ties?bas, vai ne.?

La energía se basa en el amor y no es posible adquirir amor a la fuerza.

They haven't an idea of what happiness is; they don't know that without our love, for us there is neither happiness nor unhappiness—no life at all,

La razón no ha descubierto que se amase al prójimo, porque eso no es razonable. Constantino Levin

Karataev had no attachments, friendships or love, as Pierre understood them; but he loved and lived lovingly with everything that life brought his way, especially other people- not any specific people, but those who were there before his eyes.

Ma come si può vivere solo per se stessi?" domandò Pierre accalorandosi. "E tuo figlio, tua sorella, tuo padre?" "Ma loro sono pur sempre me stesso, loro non sono gli altri," rispose il principe Andrej. "Gli altri, invece, le prochain, come lo chiami tu, come lo chiama la principessina Mar'ja, sono la fonte principale dell'errore e del male.

How can one be well when one suffers morally? Is it possible to remain at ease in our time, if one has any feeling?

How sweet he is!" said Countess Marya, looking at the baby and playing with him. "This is what I don't understand, Nicolas," she turned to her husband. "How is it you don't understand the charm of these charming little miracles?" "I just don't, I can't," said Nikolai, looking at the baby with a cold gaze. "A piece of meat.

Compassion, love of our brothers, for those who love us and for those who hate us, love of our enemies; yes, that love which God preached on earth and which Princess Mary taught me and I did not understand—that is what made me sorry to part with life, that is what remained for me had I lived. But now it is too late. I know it!

Aparte de las conjeturas sobre los posibles traslados y ascensos que podrían resultar del fallecimiento de Ivan Ilich, el sencillo hecho de enterarse de la muerte de un allegado suscitaba en los presentes, como siempre ocurre, una sensación de complacencia, a saber: «el muerto es él; no soy yo».

My poor husband is enduring pains and hunger in Jewish taverns, but the news which I have inspires me yet more.

Prince Andrew could no longer restrain himself and wept tender loving tears for his fellow men, for himself, and for his own and their errors.