Quotes About Compassion

If it wasn't for the fact that Bruno was nowhere near as skinny as the boys on his side of the fence, and not quite so pale either, it would have been difficult to tell them apart. It was almost (Shmuel thought) as if they were all exactly the same really.

It was the fact that I didn't want to kill anyone. I wasn't put on this earth to murder my fellow man. I'd grown up with violence - can't you see that? I can't bear it.

Why do they hate us so much anyway?' I asked after a lengthy pause. 'If they're not queer themselves, then what does it matter to them if someone else is?' 'I remember a friend of mine once telling me that we hate what we fear in ourselves,' she said with a shrug.

Why are you so afraid of people being happy? he read. Why can't you just live and let live?

It was … difficult at first,' he said. 'I am a person. But I seemed to forget in time …' 'Forget what?' 'That they were people too.

he could never understand the enjoyment some people got from hurting others. And that, he told Anshel, applied to chickens too.

Fences such as the one at the heart of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas still exist; it is unlikely that they will ever fully disappear. But whatever reaction you have to this story, I hope that the voices of Bruno and Shmuel will continue to resonate with you as they have with me. Their lost voices must continue to be heard; their untold stories must continue to be recounted. For they represent the ones who didn't live to tell their stories themselves.

You have it. she said. And for what little it is worth, I hope that it brings you peace.

and been committed to a home for the bewildered

Ah those people, said Father, nodding his head smiling slightly. Those people...well, they are not people at all, Bruno.

No, not them,' said Bruno. 'The people I see from my window. In the huts, in the distance. They're all dressed the same.' 'Ah, those people,' said Father, nodding his head and smiling slightly. 'Those people … well, they're not people at all, Bruno.' Bruno frowned. 'They're not?' he asked, unsure what Father meant by that.

E então o cômodo ficou escuro e de alguma maneira, apesar do caos que se seguiu, Bruno percebeu que ainda estava segurando a mão de Shmuel entre as suas e nada no mundo o teria convencido a soltá-la.

the usual nonsense that people who know nothing about anything, like me, say when they don't want their own days to be ruined by worrying about others.

Maybe there were no villains in my mother's story at all. Just men and women, trying to do their best by each other. And failing.

Bruno was jealous, he had to wear stupid pants en shoes while the boys at the other side of the fence were wearing nice pyjamas al day long

You know, some day, when you're all older,' he said, looking around the room, 'you're going to have troubles of your own and you'll have friends who are going through tough times. Maybe it'll even be one of your own children. And when that happens, you'll look back at the way you're all behaving now and wonder whether you might not have been able to show a little more kindness.

Everyone needs a sense of shame, but no one needs to feel ashamed. —Frederick Nietzsche

Nor do we believe that we will not matter if we don't give care to others.

gave half-a-crown to a beggar because I saw him yawn; he was a fellow-sufferer.

all the little rags of honest impulse and stumbling kindness with which we try to shelter ourselves from the winds of space.

women followed him and supported him out of their own means. It was a woman who washed his feet with her tears, and a woman who anointed his body to be buried. Women, therefore are highly favored, and show

he loves me with love that passeth knowledge, and I will love him. His love stripped him of all for my sake; Lord, let my love strip me of all for thy sake. I am a son of love, an object of love, a monument of love; of free love, of distinguishing love, of peculiar love, and of love that passeth knowledge: and why should not I walk in love-in love to God, in love to man, in holy love, in love unfeigned?

Grace is king.

They also thought to drive away his distemper by harsh and surly carriages to him; sometimes they would deride, sometimes they would chide, and sometimes they would quite neglect him.