Quotes About Compassion

He drew a circle that shut me out— Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in! —EDWIN MARKHAM

The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

you love your people but you don't understand them. They find God in each other. And when they lose each other, they lose God and they're lost. And it's hard to help them

People have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love-the deepest kind of love.

It's hard for a man to stand and watch an old hound fight against such odds, especially if that man has memories in his heart like I had in mine. I had seen the time when an old hound like that had given his life so that I might life.

saw the hurt in his eyes. It made me feel like someone was squeezing water out of my heart.

About halfway up, far out on a limb, I found the ghost coon. As I started toward him, my dogs stopped bawling. I heard something I had heard many times. The sound was like the cry of a small baby. It was the cry of a ringtail coon when he knows it is the end of the trail. I never liked to hear this cry, but it was all in the game, the hunter and the hunted. As I sat there on the limb, looking at the old fellow, he cried again. Something came over me. I didn't want to kill him.

When I saw my little sister kneeling in the center of that snow-white circle, and that old crutch laying on the ground beside her, I forgot about ponies and .22s. I wanted my little sister to get that old leg of hers fixed up. I wanted that more than anything I had ever wanted in my life. That was going to be my wish. Once

as I sat there on the limb looking at the old fellow he cried again something came over me I dint want to kill him I hollered down at Rubin I don't kill want to kill the ghost coon.

Men," said Mr. Kyle, "people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love—the deepest kind of love.

laid his head in my hand. I almost cried at what I saw. His coat was dirty and mud-caked. His skin was

people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love—the deepest kind of love.

What is it in the human condition that tries to impose our own view onto others, without the ability, capacity, propensity, to receive somebody else's openly?

Più che d'intelligenza abbiamo bisogno di dolcezza e di bontà.

But questioning does not mean the end of loving, and loving does not mean the abnegation of intelligence

All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope

Nothing is more costly, nothing is more sterile, than vengeance.

The most frightful of all spectacles is the strength of the civilization without its mercy.

If the human race wishes to have a prolonged and indefinite period of material prosperity, they have only got to behave in a peaceful and helpful way toward one another.

Spare the conquered and confront the proud.

Love is not a possession to hoard. You give it away. It's a blessing and a balm.

It is hopeless for older people to tell younger ones – particularly their own children – that they have been through the same thing. Such information is no use at all! It bounces off one's own grief – or jealousy or distress. If we are all born the same we are also all born unique – we all go through torments nobody else has ever had.

Mi ci vorrebbe un po' più di gentilezza ora che respiro ancora, ecco cosa.»

These savage laws," Ross said, controlling his temper with the greatest difficulty. "These savage laws that you interpret without charity send a man to prison for feeding his children when they are hungry, for finding food where he can when it's denied him to earn it. The book from which you take your teaching, Dr. Halse, says that man shall not live by bread alone. These days you're asking men to live without even bread.