Quotes About Compassion

We are all here, on this earth for only one go around. And everyone thinks their purpose is to just find their passion. But perhaps our purpose is to find what other people need.

Is there anything sadder than the scrawniest little piece of uneaten chicken at a dinner party?" "Hmm," said Jules. "Yes. The Holocaust.

Without company, misery turns to sorrow, and sorrow turns inward, curling up in some dark, damp corner.

Love is when you feel, like, oh, oh, my heart hurts...Or like when you see a dog and you feel like you have to touch its head.

Standing in the heat and noise, facing the rows of bent heads, Ethan Figman willed himself to leave that long sleep in which you dream that the inhuman things that people do to one another on a distant continent have nothing to do with the likes of you.

We are all here on this earth for only one go-round. And everyone thinks their purpose is just to find their passion. But perhaps our purpose is also to find out what other people need. And maybe the world does not actually need to see you,

Love is when you feel, like, oh, oh, my heart hurts," Alby said. "Or like when you see a dog and you feel like you have to touch its head." He looked at Greer. "Like the way Cory is touching your head now." Cory stopped the movement of his hand, just froze there in her hair.

We are all here on this earth for only one go-round. And everyone thinks their purpose is just to find their passion. But perhaps our purpose is also to find out what other people need.

How are any of us in this room supposed to care about anything, when we're constantly being pulled back by unbearable thoughts and feelings?

We are all here on this earth for only one go-round. And everyone thinks their purpose is just to find their passion. But perhaps our purpose is also to find out what other people need. And maybe the world does not actually need to see you, my dear, reciting a tired old monologue from the Samuel French collection or pretending to be drunk and staggering around. Has that ever occurred to you?

You had to train your mind to remember: human being lying here at my feet, not someone to feel contempt toward.

No one else knew what went on inside you; no one else cared.

It wasn't easy to understand how the love between two other people could diminish you.

I know I still cause harm, probably a ton of it no matter what I do. And it kills me, it just kills me, that maybe the best you can ever do is cause less harm. But there you have it.

strangeness, and the other person decides just to listen and not exploit

it was always slightly off when everyone was in a couple except for one person. the entire group tended to single that person out, as if to try and make him feel better in his aloneness, as though it were an unnatural state.

He'd tried to explain it to her, how accidents happen but we really are safe. But there was, already, the sense that nothing he said touched what was really bothering her, which was the realization that you can't stop bad things from happening to other people, other things. And that would be hard forever. He'd never quite gotten used to it himself.

we despise most those who know us at our worst.

Just remember, my dear, not to judge so harshly. There are two sides to every story.

Forgiveness and acceptance, I thought as we found a spot near the largest tree in the lobby. Although I'd been kidding with Georgia, I was pretty sure those were the keys to relationships. Everything else was just ego and hurt feelings.

Right and wrong, good and bad, the lines are blurred when it comes to matters of the heart. Anyone who has never felt that has no right to judge, and anyone who ever has won't have to.

A good sister is one who won't be embarrassed when you burst into tears in public. A better one will hand you tissues until you stop. The best is the one who will go get you another latte to go with the ginormous chocolate orgy she's already laid in front of you.

the kindest thing you can do for someone you love is to never tell them how much they have broken your heart.

Quien no ha sentido nunca algo así no tiene derecho a juzgar, y quien lo ha sentido no necesita hacerlo.