Quotes About Compassion

It is a question whether, when we break a murderer on the wheel, we do not fall into the error a child makes when it hits the chair it has bumped into.

In every man there is a little of all men.

Consider, for example, lust versus love. When we lust after someone or something, we think in terms of what they (or it) can do for us. When we love, however, our thoughts are immersed in what we can give to someone else. Giving makes us feel good, so we do it happily. But when we lust, we only want to take. When someone we love is in pain, we feel pain. When someone whom we lust is in pain, we only think in terms of what that loss or inconvenience means to us.

When a person gives, he loves the object of his giving more -- and so love is planted and grows.

Se há tantas cabeças quantas são as maneiras de pensar, há de haver tantos tipos de amor quantos são os corações.

If everyone was like you the World would be a better place.

Im just a soul whose intentions are good o lord please dont let me be misunderstood.

Im just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh lord please dont let me be misunderstood

A lot of women don't know how to love because there's deep reasons for them not knowing how to love. And what I mean by deep reasons is deep and dark reasons.

People who really appreciated animals always asked their names.

When you don't know what to do with yourself, do something for someone else.

He wiped away the tears, tenderly, and I forgot to weep as he told me silently everything I always wanted to hear.

sure I'm for helping the elderly. I'm going to be old myself some day.

What you get is a living, what you give is a life.

Hidup bahagia ialah yang dipakai untuk belajar, mencari nafkah dan mencintai sesama.

Since when do you have to agree with people to defend them from injustice?

I was so often silent angry with Hammett for making the situation hard on me, not knowing then that the dying do not, should not, be asked to think about anything but their own minute of running time.

Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.

Sometimes you just find a culture that breaks your heart," she said finally.

I'm both the sad person and the person wanting to comfort the sad person.

The air between us crackles, as it does when you speak of your beloved dead. But it's hard to know what to say next.

I still have moments when I feel that, when it feels like she's inside me, and there's no difference between us or that the difference doesn't matter. I think it is all that love. All that love has to go somewhere.

This was the way it was with Marc. His heart had a narrow field of vision. I knew it held a great many things, but the aperture was small and I had to wait my turn to be rotated back around into the light where I would glow so brightly I'd be all he could see.

I can tell he lost someone close somehow. You can feel that in people, an openness, or maybe it's an opening that you're talking into. With other people, people who haven't been through something like that, you feel the solid wall. Your words go scattershot off of it.