Quotes About Compassion

It is better to love wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all

it is the ordinary lot of people to have no friends if they themselves care for nobody

It seemed to her suddenly that violence was an inescapable factor of the heart, perhaps the most important factor of all—an ineradicable thing that lay, like a bad seed, behind kindness, behind compassion, behind the embrace of love itself. Sometimes it lay deeply hidden, sometimes it lay close to the surface; but always it was there, ready to appear, under the right conditions, in all its irrational dreadfulness.

There was somebody screaming somewhere, and she kept wondering who it could be. She turned to the people who watched her and said in a lost, chiding voice, "Quit screaming, please! Screaming doesn't help!" She closed her eyes and leaned against the fence; and then she knew the person screaming was herself.

And part of growin' up is learnin' to see the world through other men's eyes.

His work is putting little things right, like folding away trampled thoughts, mending arguments, unkicking bruises, or unscorching the milk pan.

How do we love all children, of all species, of all time?

How do we love all children, of all species, FOR all time?" ? William McDonough

We humans have the ability to see beyond our species, and that ability confers a responsibility.

Writing is a way of sharing our humanity.

the things he hated most was élitism. We share in everyone else or forego ourselves. 'Hullo there, captain.

So many die without our caring, decline to silence in rooms beyond hearing. We honor the dead and abhor the dying. - from the story "De Composition

Growing up, I saw my dad do charity work for children with health issues. That had a profound effect on me.

You shall not put people to death lazily, because of who they are.' 'We

And so he set about restoring them, using the tricks he had learned over the years. He went to them, speaking to each of them in tones so low that none of the others could hear, getting their names, gently touching them, asking about their pains, their fears, gently eliciting their stories, reminding them of why they had run in the first place.

But still, this great awakening, this surpassing concern, was never excited by any harangues of terror, but always appeared most remarkable when I insisted upon the compassions of a dying Saviour, the plentiful provisions of the gospel, and the free offers of divine grace to needy distressed sinners.

no amount of scholastic attainment, of able and profound exposition of brilliant and stirring eloquence can atone for the absence of a deep impassioned sympathetic love for human souls.

My whole soul was unspeakably bewildered and lost in myself and I knew of nothing that seemed likely to make me happy, in case I could with the greatest ease have obtained the best good that I had any conception of. And being that lost I became a suitable object for the compassion of Jesus Christ to be set upon, since he came to "seek and to save that which is lost.

We aren't a curse upon the world. We are her new eyes. Her brain, testes, ovaries . . . her ambition and her heart. Her voice. So sing. (556)

Thus the word "inhuman", in this book's title, refers to the unconscionable and unsuccessful goal of bestializing (in the form of pets as well as beasts of burden) a class of human beings.

You can't build rich lives simply by reading sermons or following abstract rules. Example is the best teacher. Moral improvement occurs most reliably when the heart is warmed

The parental relationship sits outside the the logic of meritocracy and is the closest humans come to grace.

By this time a lot of men and women of doubtful reputation were hanging around Jesus, listening intently. The Pharisees and religion scholars were not pleased, not at all pleased. They growled, 'He takes in sinners and eats meals with them, treating them like old friends.'"6 I love that translation. He wasn't just tolerating the people of doubtful reputation; He was treating them like old friends!

Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.