Quotes About Compassion

You should listen to these people, Farrokh," his father was telling him. "It isn't necessary for them to be your moral equals in order for you to learn something from them.

I know what's fair, Helen said. I also know what's human

That poor girl wasn't a girl," Señor Eduardo said; he'd glanced once at Lupe, asleep in his lap, just to be sure she was still sleeping. "That poor girl was Flor

Come amiamo amar le cose per conto di altri! Come amiamo che altri amino le cose tramite i nostri occhi

If you can't forgive your mother, Jack, you'll never be free of her. It's for your own sake, you know – for your soul. When you forgive someone who's hurt you, it's like escaping your skin – you're that free, outside yourself, where you can see everything.

rape, Garp thought, made men feel guilty by association.

Quando chegou a Portland, já tirara as suas conclusões. Era um obstetra; trazia bebês ao mundo. Os colegas diziam que isso era a obra de Deus. E era um aborteiro; também salvava as mães. Os colegas diziam que isso era a obra do demônio; mas era tudo a obra de Deus para Wilbur Larch. Como a Sra. Maxwell comentara: A alma de um verdadeiro médico não pode deixar de ser ampla e generosa.

If you're not prepared to watch me die, you'll be worthless to me when the time comes.

È un buon segno piangere per un romanzo» mi assicurò Miss Frost. «Un buon segno?» «Significa che hai più cuore della maggior parte dei tuoi coetanei.»

Such a warm washcloth kind of sympathy was leaking from Dr. Gingrich that Larch felt wet—

Franny was awful to him, but Franny was not awful; and Frank was not really awful to any of us, except he (himself) was, somehow, awful.

heard all the grown-ups kiss Franny good night and I thought: Families must be like this—gore one minute, forgiveness the next.

I've done all I want to do about me, already," Jenny told her son. "Now I'm interested in other people.

Rape was an outrage even God couldn't understand.

Quoting Kurt Vonnegut: Free Enterprise is much too hard on the old and the sick and the shy and the poor and the stupid, and on people nobody likes.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY?" Owen Meany asked. "WE SHOULD ALL BE AT HOME, LOOKING AFTER PEOPLE LIKE THIS. INSTEAD, WE'RE SENDING PEOPLE LIKE THIS TO VIETNAM!

Was he nice? He didn't know. He hoped he was, but how many of us truly know?

For the Lord will not cast off for ever, but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion according to the abundance of his steadfast love; for he does not willingly afflict or grieve the sons of men.

Leave off from wrath, and let go displeasure: fret not thyself, else shalt thou be moved to do evil.

We don't think us and them. It's just you, versus everyone else. No one else matters.

Had she been guided by some unexpressed belief that Negroes were somehow unfit for a white woman to touch? She didn't know, but this moment in the gray morning jarred her to awareness. Rosalie felt no different from any other child hurting.

to err is human, to forgive, divine." "You like Shakespeare, do you?

I have dwelt a while in the soul of a shackled black man and taken a little of it into my own, forever.

I cannot describe the change nor do I know when it took place, yet I know that there is a change for I look on the carcass of a man now with pretty much such feeling as I would were it a horse or hog.