Quotes About Compassion

She'd heard so many tales about the way love could save one's sanity; no one had ever told her hate could do the same.

It's amazing what deadly weapons compassion and morality are when they're deployed in the service of diplomacy.

The only choice we have as we mature is how we inhabit our vulnerability, how we become larger and more courageous and more compassionate through our intimacy with disappearance, our choice is to inhabit vulnerability as generous citizens of loss, robustly and fully, or conversely, as misers and complainers, reluctant and fearful, always at the gates of existence, but never bravely and completely attempting to enter, never wanting to risk ourselves, never walking fully through the door.

The Cayce Readings spoke of God as a universal loving intelligence that does not discriminate against anyone—nor should we: "More wars, more bloodshed have been shed over the racial and religious differences than over any other problem. These, too, must go the way of all others; and man must learn . . . whether they be called of this or that sect or schism or ism or cult, the Lord is ONE."20

each of us is here to build houses, one brick at a time. Every time we think a loving thought, or do a good thing for someone, we add another brick to the wall. Every time we have a hateful thought, or hurt someone, we take a brick away.

Dr. Len recommends going inside, to wherever you feel hurt by a particular person or issue, and then saying each of these four statements with as much feeling as possible—thinking through the real reasons why you genuinely feel this way: "I love you. I am sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you."27

One thing I'll have to face about myself, I suppose, is that while I've always loved mankind in general, I have been less than generous to some of those I've been involved with in particular.

Alex had cooked, and coaxed, and helped Mark form borders around the shapeless days. Alex had given meaning to the word servant.

It's hard on Mom, though, a nurse's aid at a nursing home, taking care of old people all day and then coming home to Gramps, who lately has been having trouble remembering our names.

Friendship in youth represents sympathy without understanding; in age, understanding without sympathy.

We're all terrible people. Eventually, we all become terrible, maybe around the middle of our lives, and then, if we're lucky, we have time to find a way to be good again.

Culture now spreads at central nervous system speed. It's a shame that compassion doesn't.

Empathy Is An Endangered Instinct

Human beings are such knotted, desperate pieces of work-it's a rare thing to know one completely, to the core, and still love him.

the most identifying trait of humanity is our ability to be inhumane to one another.

The most identifying trait of humanity is our abilty to be inhumane to one another.

People who go to work every day, make sacrifices to raise families, and get through life without hurting other people if they can help it-those are the real heros.

None of us can ever save himself; we are the instruments of one another's salvation, and only by the hope that we give to others do we lift ourselves out of the darkness into light.

Too many dogs continue to be abused and abandond - one is too many - and people continue to kill people for money and envy and no reason at all. Bad people succeed and good people fail, but that's not the end of the story. Miracles happen that nobody sees, and among us walk heroes who are never recognised, and people live in loneliness because they cannot believe they are loved

The opportunity to love a dog and to treat it with kindness is an opportunity for a lost and selfish heart to be redeemed. They are powerless and innocent, and it is how we treat the humblest among us that surely determines the fate of our souls

The world is full of broken people. Splints, casts, miracle drugs, and time can't mend fractured hearts, wounded hearts, wounded minds, torn spirits.

She lived for others, her heart tuned to their anguish and their needs.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

its a rare thing to know one completly to the core and stil love him