Quotes About Compassion

Riots come and go, wars come and go, but under the tumult, day after day, century after century, millions of people are doing nice things for one another, making sacrifices, mostly small things, but it's all those little kindnesses that hold civilization together, all those people who live quiet lives and never make the news.

The world is beautiful and glorious. Humanity can be mean, and turn away from what's good.

Storytelling can heal broken hearts and damaged minds.

Hell of a thing to have to experience, hell of a thing to have to see, to be reminded you're a human being and all it meant to be one.

It is the purpose for which we exist. This reckless caring.

That is the best of all things we can do for one another: Make the dark small.

Some will accuse me of being judgmental. Thank you. And proud of it. You wreck a kid's life, I have no pity for you.

A cynic once said that the most identifying trait of humanity is our ability to be inhumane to one another.

The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

She is a girl who feels things strongly, and though cynics might mock her for that, I never will, as it perhaps the best of graces: to feel deeply, to care profoundly.

She is a girl who feels things strongly, and though cynics might mock her for that, I never will, as it is perhaps the best of graces: to feel deeply, to care profoundly.

Sympathy is a nobler feeling than pity. But if sympathy is the principal reason that one person is drawn to another, there will always be an unbridgeable chasm between friendship and genuine love.

The indifference of the many, combined with the active hatred of the few, has sealed the fate of animals.

It's not right that gentleness meet horror.

These people walk by a window deformed by leprosy begging for a few paise, walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, Business as usual But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story.

Love is a house with many rooms, this room to feed the love, this one to entertain it, this one to clean it, this one to dress it, this one to allow it to rest, and each of these rooms can also just as well also be the room for laughing or the room for listening or the room for telling one's secrets or the room for sulking or the room for apologizing or the room for intimate togetherness...

My mother still thinks of things to do for him. Light church candles, name a star, send money to somewhere.

There's nothing, absolutely nothing, more important than your life. And your life isn't more important than other people's lives.

Getting old," I said with some restraint, "means to be done with compassion.

He was conscious of an emptiness that made him see Komako's life as beautiful but wasted, even though he himself was the object of her love; and yet the woman's existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin. He pitied her, and he pitied himself.

Your mother was such a gentle person. I always feel when I see someone like her that I'm watching the last flowers fall. This is no world for gentle people.

But love flowed into the apology, to coddle and mollify the guilt.

De mon côté, je t'en ai beaucoup voulu, et puis je me suis fait des reproches, mais dans cette vie misérable que nous menions, nous, Japonais, je me suis aperçu qu'il fallait avoir de l'empathie pour notre propre jeunesse.