Quotes About Compassion

The fragility of mortals bred kindness and good grace. They knew how to value friendship and an open hand.

Is one life worth more than another? I have never thought so.

No man is worth more than another, wherever they he is from

I was a grey space filled up with nothing but air. What could I say? One of us must grieve. I would not let it be him.

He is a connoisseur of pain.

Yüreklerimizde gerçekte ne oldu?u bilinseydi kaç?m?z affedilirdi?

Birbirimizde yaralar açt?k ama hiçbiri ölümcül de?il.

Yüreklerimizde gerçekten ne oldu?u bilinseydi kaç?m?z affedilirdi?

En muhtaç durumdakilerin en nefret etti?i ?ey minnettarl?kt?r, s?rf kendilerini yeniden iyi hissetmek için ilk f?rsatta sald?r?rlar.

I loved this about him. No matter how many times I had asked, he answered me as if it were the first time

It is not you," I said. "At least there is that.

He buried his face in his hands and did not speak. I held him and whispered all the bits of broken comfort I could find.

Misericordia», era una; otra fue «sí», y también «por favor». Y también conocía la frase «¿Qué ordena?». El padre le había enseñado a ser una esclava.

I ran my hands over his ribbed scars, easing him as I could. The scars themselves I offered to wipe away. He shook his head. "How would I know myself?

A quanto si dice, quando alla fine venne scostato il velo, mia madre sorrise. E fu così che mio padre capì che era idiota. Le spose non sorridono. Qando partorì me, un maschio, mio padre mi sfilò dalle sue braccia e mi passò a una levatrice. Mossa a compassione, la donna diede a mia madre un cuscino da stringere al mio posto. Lei lo abbracciò. Non parve notare alcuna differenza.

For me, the Greek gods reflect what happens to humans when we see only ourselves and our own needs.

That night I lie in bed beside Achilles. His face is innocent, sleep-smoothed and sweetly boyish. I love to see it. This is his truest self, earnest and guileless, full of mischief but without malice. He is lost in Agamemnon and Odysseus' wily double meanings, their lies and games of power. They have confounded him, tied him to a stake and baited him. I stroke the soft skin of his forehead. I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.

Wenn du jedes Mal eine Träne vergießt nur weil irgendwo ein Mensch stirbt, bist du in einem Monat ertrunken.

But it was not kindness he lacked; it was interest.

Pero ¿me perdonarás? —No necesito perdonarte. —Alargué la mano para coger la suya—. Tú no puedes ofenderme. —Hablé con cierta precipitación, pero con toda la convicción de mi corazón.

I reached for his hand and took it. I have no need to forgive you. You cannot offend me. They were rash words, but I said them with all the conviction of my heart.

Sotto i rami spogli soffrivamo insieme, io per l'uomo che avevo conosciuto, e lui per l'uomo che non era riuscito a conoscere.

You care more for him in death than in life.

Suspiró con fatiga. —Eres mejor hombre que yo. Eso era el comienzo de una esperanza. Nos habíamos infligido heridas el uno al otro, pero ninguna mortal. […] Habría un después tras todo esto. —No, eso no es cierto. —Me levanté y me dirigí hacia él. Puse una mano sobre su piel tibia—. Hoy te has perdido y luego te has encontrado.