Quotes About Compassion

Tell me how it is that whoever wrote out the great scroll could have decreed that such would be the reward of a noble act? Why should I, who am merely a miserable compound of faults, take your defence while He calmly watched you being attacked, knocked down, manhandled and trampled underfoot, He who is supposed to be the embodiment of all perfection?

Najsretniji je onaj ?ovjek koji je u?inio sretnima najviše ljudi.

He got right down in the dark between heartbeats, and rested there. And then he saw that another one wasn't going to come. That's it. That's the last. He looked at the dark. I would like to take this opportunity, he said, to pray for another human being.

Will you believe me when I tell you there was kindness in his heart? His left hand didn't know what his right hand was doing. It was only that certain important connections had been burned through. If I opened up your head and ran a hot soldering iron around in your brain, I might turn you into someone like that.

A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.

I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet ? Denis Waitley

Sometimes you just have to extend a little grace to people. Not because they deserve it - but because we don't deserve it either.

I often said the wrong thing–wake up, shut up, grow up. These are the wrong things to say when people are sad about some minor cruelty or sentimental incident.

There is a warmth and a comfort in hearing about people in worse situations than your own. Pity is a hollow virtue. I like it. It's a form of self-aggrandisement really, bigging yourself up by defining someone as below you. True-crime podcasts are usually great for that but sometimes you have to look really hard to find anyone down there.

Lovely thing about Adam, and why I loved him, was that he was kind to me when it mattered and he had seen a lot too. It's hard to be among vanilla bastards all the time. Normal people can get genuinely upset about a bad haircut, cross words, sick cats. It's hard not to roll your eyes and say the wrong thing.

Let me tell you, the bite of the serpent is nothing compared to the bite of your fellow man.

Believe it or not, Marshal, I believe in talk therapy, basic interpersonal skills. I have this radical idea that if you treat a patient with respect and listen to what he's trying to tell you, you just might reach him. (87)

He used it on the next guard, the one in front of the fence. He disarmed him, a kid, a baby, really, and the guard said, 'You going to kill me?' 'Jesus, kid, no,' Teddy said and snapped the butt of the rifle into the kid's temple.

When it came down to it, though, you had to remember all those assholes cutting you off in traffic and walking the streets and shouting in bars and turning their music up too loud and mugging you and raping you and selling you lemon cars-all those assholes were just children who'd aged. No miracle. Nothing sacred in that.

One that society can't forgive, but I can.

Maybe that's what love is-counting the bandages until someone says, 'Enough'.

We all die alone...... I could have helped her with the dying.

Only a child thinks life is about her wants.

Se o senhor algum dia vir um campo de extermínio, doutor, procure-me novamente para falar de sentimentos em relação a Deus.

He felt sorry for Dave. No matter what he may have done, Dave just elicited that in a person - pity, unrefined and a little bit ugly, sharp as shale.

La cálida mano de Angie se cerraba en torno a la mía mientras dábamos media vuelta y, esquivando los escombros, seguíamos el camino de la brisa en dirección a nuestra parte de la ciudad.

They only kill other human beings easily. So, so, so, it can't change if they don't see us as fellow humans. Can't change if they only see us as others.

Maybe the opposite of hate is not love. It's hope. Because hate takes years to build, but hope can come sliding around the corner when you're not even looking.

He feels that today he has developed a kinship with grief and trauma and nurses' asses.