Quotes About Compassion

True patriotism hates injustice in its own land more than anywhere else.

The measure of a Christian is not in the height of his grasp but in the depth of his love

Even though people about us choose the path of hate and violence and warfare and greed and prejudice, we who are Christ's body must throw off these poisons and let love permeate and cleanse every tissue and cell. Nor are we to allow ourselves to become easily discouraged when love is not always obviously successful or pleasant. Love never quits, even when an enemy has hit you on the right cheek and you have turned the other, and he's also hit that.

God is not a celestial prison warden jangling the keys on a bunch of lifers--he's a shepherd seeking for sheep, a woman searching for coins, a father waiting for his son.

He is not commanding us to demand our rights. The only right that love has is the right to give itself.

Love is not merely a weapon. It is not a strategy, and it may or may not work. To do good to those who hate you is such stupendous folly that it cannot be expected to work. Love didn't work for Jesus.

One day, when Mr. Lincoln was advocating binding up the wounds of the nation, forgiveness, and reconciliation, Thaddeus Stevens pounded the table and said, "Mr. Lincoln, I think enemies ought to be destroyed!" Mr. Lincoln quietly said, "Mr. Stevens, do I not destroy my enemy when I make him my friend?

We cannot enter the kingdom of peace with a six-shooter on our hip.

Could it be that the person who sees most, feels and suffers most?

Would it be simplistic to think the moral problem with regards to others consists in behaving as one ought to, and the moral problem with regards to oneself is managing to feel what one ought to?

Suffering for a being deepens the heart within the heart.

Perhaps love is to give one's own solitude to others? For it is the very last thing we have to offer. from "The Gift

Cuántas veces le había dado una propina exagerada al camarero, sólo porque pensó que él iba a morir y no lo sabía

The doctor simply refused to take pity. And added: when you don't know what to eat make a nice Italian spaghetti.

No one can enter another's heart.

She'd heard on Clock Radio that there were seven billion people in the world. She felt lost. But with the tendency she had to be happy she immediately consoled herself: there were seven billion people to help her.

Solamente otra persona que lo hubiera experimentado sabría lo que ella sentía, pues de casi todo lo que importa no se sabe hablar.

I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.

I shall do everything possible to see that she doesn't die. But I feel such an urge to put her to sleep then go off to sleep myself.

Ultrapassar a dor é a pior crueldade

Eu pedi socorro e não me foi negado. Senti-me então como se eu fosse um tigre com flecha mortal cravada na carne e que estivesse rondando devagar as pessoas medrosas para descobrir quem teria coragem de aproximar-se e tirar-lhe a dor. E então há a pessoa que sabe que tigre ferido é apenas tão perigoso como criança. E aproximando-se da fera, sem medo de tocá-la, arranca a flecha fincada.

Não sabia que, somando as compreensões, eu amava. Não sabia que somando, as incompreensões, é que se ama verdadeiramente. Porque eu, só por ter tido carinho, pensei que amar é fácil.

A grande bondade do santo – é que para ele tudo é igual .

Amar os outros é a única salvação individual que conheço.