Quotes About Compassion

Alexander, me has roto el corazón. Pero por haberme llevado a tu espalda, por tirar de mi trineo de muerte, por darme tu último pedazo de pan, por el cuerpo que te destrozaste por mí, por el hijo que me has dado, por los veintinueve días que vivimos en el paraíso, por todas nuestras arenas blancas de Naples y nuestros vinos de Napa, por todos los días que has sido mi primer y mi último aliento, por Orbeli... Te perdonaré.

Open your eyes, soldier," Tatiana said fondly, caressing his face."Are you hungry?" "I was hungry," Alexander said. "But you fed me." His body was shaking underneath his sheet.

Come on," he said quietly, bending to her and lifting her whole into his arms. He carried her inside. After setting her down next to the sink, he crushed five trays of ice into it and filled it with cold water. Tatiana thought he was going to tell her to put her face into it, and was about to meekly impotently protest—when Alexander submerged his own head into the ice.

Sometimes the beast needs to be loved before it can be lovable. Love her in her sin, that's what divine love means. Love her with the highest form of love on earth. Love everything. Then you will see mystery in everything.

Slightly less time than it takes one woman to make one life, they managed to snuff out a million and a half lives.

la virtud verdadera y el amor verdadero por los seres humanos se definía asignando a cada objeto el grado preciso de amor que le era propio, que merecía.

No, Tully, he doesn't get it because he doesn't love me. When you don't love somebody you never get how they feel. You don't even look for it.

You know that we all need one other person. One other person to remind us we are still human beings and not beasts.

Alexander, you broke my heart. But for carrying me on your back, for pulling my dying sled, for giving me your last bread, for the body you destroyed for me, for the son you have given me, for the twenty-nine days we lived like Red Birds of Paradise, for all our Naples sands and Napa wines, for all the days you have been my first and last breath, for Orbeli- I will forgive you.

Love is," she repeated slowly, looking only at Dasha, "when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry

Love is the only thing that will save us, independent of any mistakes we may make. Love is always stronger.

What we aim to do is calm the spirit and get in touch with the source from which everything comes, removing any trace of malice or egotism. If you spend too much time trying to find out what is good or bad about someone else, youll forget your own soul and end up exhausted and defeated by the energy you have wasted in judging others.

The wise are wise only because they love.

We must never forget that spiritual experience is above all a practical experience of love. And with love, there are no rules.

The wise are wise only because they love. The fool are fools only because they think they can understand love.

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.

True generosity consists precisely in fighting to destroy the causes which nourish false charity.

No one can be authentically human while he prevents others from being so.

The pursuit of full humanity, however, cannot be carried out in isolation or individualism, but only in fellowship and solidarity;

If I do not love the world, if I do not love life, if I do not love people, I cannot enter into dialogue.

No one can be authentically human while he prevents others from beings so. Attempting to be more human, individually, leads to having more, egotistical, a form of dehumanization.

The oppressor shows solidarity with the oppressed only when he stops regarding the oppressed as an abstract category and sees them as persons who have been unjustly dealt with, deprived of their voice, cheated in the sale of their labour — when he stops making pious, sentimental, and individualistic gestures and risks an act of love.