Quotes About Compassion

I'm thinking about public interest law." "What the hell is that?" "It's when you work for the good of society without making a lot of money.

A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.

A un perro no le importa si uno es rico o pobre, educado o iletrado, listo o aburrido. Si uno le brinda el corazón, él responderá brindando el suyo

Gli amanti degli animali sono una speciale razza umana, generosa di spirito, piena di empatia, forse un po' incline al sentimentalismo, e con cuori immensi come un cielo senza nuvole.

forgive you with all my heart, for now, I hope, you shall make an end of all my troubles.

Elizabeth was still acutely sympathetic to Mary;

Even the Catholics deserted Mary in her hour of need.

When we live in an environment filled with honest love, we are much freer to give more of our effort to other aspects of the work [of God]. I doubt there can be happy life without love, and the more honest the love, the more fulfilling the life. I wonder if this isn't the basis of the Savior's statement, I am come that they might have life, that they might have it more abundantly. Isn't He the embodiment of love, and isn't it His greatest desire that all of us be full of love for one another?

Since all people are in the image of God, all deserve to be treated with the dignity the image affords.

But our God is a God of grace. If we desire to be like him, we need to go beyond being people who are saved by grace to be people who are characterized by grace.

If a group of beings from another planet were to land on Earth -- beings who considered themselves as superior to you as you feel yourself to be to other animals -- would you concede them the rights over you that you assume over other animals?

Yours is a loving spirit; it should not die with you

It is very difficult to get up resentment towards persons whom one has never seen.

Everyone is doing what they have to do, and everyone is doing the best they can. And soon you will be going home.

I wish she were alive, but I am grateful for her death. If she were alive, I would likely still be working at the literary agency. For how much longer in my life would I have believed there was time for everything? And by the time I faced my own mortality at the Bookmill in western Massachusetts, how much less would I have done? Her leaving taught me about the worst sadness, one we all must face eventually. I feel lucky I am better equipped to help others who are going through it now.

The emotional garbage I had carried all of those years - the prejudice and the denial, the shame and the guilt - was dissolved by understanding that the Other is not other at all.

I believe that before we can truly dialogue with one another we must first perceive intellectually, and then at the profoundest emotiomal level, that there is no Other - that the Other is simply Oneself in all the significant essentials. This alone is the key that can unlock the prison of culture. It will neutralize the poisons of the stereotype that allow men to go on benevolently justifying their abuses against humanity.

Some whites, who had never really understood, were offended by this sudden death of their role as the "good white leading the poor black out of the jungle." Many of these were among the saddest people of our time, good-hearted whites who had dedicated themselves to helping black people become imitation whites, to "bringing them up to our level," without ever realizing what a deep insult this attitude can be.

In Black Like Me, I tried to establish one simple fact, which was to reveal the insanity of a situation where a man is judged by his skin color, by his philosophical "accident" - rather than by who he is in his humanity.

The real story is the universal one of men who destroy the souls and bodies of other men (and in the process destroy themselves) for reasons neither really understands. It is the story of the persecuted, the defrauded, the feared and detested.

My revulsion turned to grief that my own people could give the hate stare, could shrivel men's souls, could deprive humans of rights they unhesitatingly accord their livestock. I

In the context of today, this WAS heroism.

He showed me the lowest. I had to surmise the highest.

If we could only put ourselves in the shoes of others to see how we would react, then we might become aware of the injustice of discrimination and the tragic inhumanity of every kind of prejudice.