Quotes About Compassion

According to W.H. Auden, "We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for, I don't know.

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What you are, all that you are, shows in everything about you—your honesty, your compassion, your courage, your intelligence, and most of all your love.

People are people, Meg, no matter what their skin color is or how much money they have or what country they come from. We all breathe and feel joy and pain. We all hate and love and laugh and cry and bleed. And no matter how different we may be on the outside, God loves us all and never leaves us.

Try not to take it personally if the mother criticizes you or tells you to stop doing something that you expected to be helpful. Just say, "Sorry," and stop doing it. Don't try to explain why you did it or express frustration with her. She is really saying that labor is so difficult right now that nothing helps. You are the safest person for her to lash out at. Later, she will probably apologize.

Oh, other people's happiness, especially when it is ill-won, is hard to bear when you are unhappy yourself,' he said. 'I should know.

And then she said, "that's what love is. Still loving someone, in spite of knowing the bad things.

Every human being on earth. It's difficult to understand. That people can hurt each other. When they have been so small and helpless. Every single rapist and football bully and suicide bomber and pedophile has been so small and depended. Of milk and love.

Det hade jag emot Människosonen. Man ville ju inte säga det rakt ut, men man kunde inte riktigt lita på honom. Han hade liksom för många att ta hand om. Man hade hela tiden en känsla av att när det var som värst, då var det någon annan som kanske hade det värre. Och då blev man ju efterlämnad.

I'm sorry I laughed...I know it isn't funny for you. It was incredibly stupid of me to laugh. Does it hurt a lot anywhere? 'Not really,' I said. 'Only a bit in your soul?' 'Maybe a bit.' 'Let it sink,' he said. 'Just leave it. You can't use it for anything.

Christ, man, it's 1871, ain't you people ever gonna forget about that slavery stuff?

It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

A man, to be greatly good, must magine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and in many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

You ought not to love the individuals of your domestic circle less, but to love those who exist beyond it more. Once make the feelings of confidence and of affection universal, and the distinctions of property and power will vanish; nor are they to be abolished without substituting something equivalent in mischief to them, until all mankind shall acknowledge an entire community of rights.

The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:

Alas! this is not what I thought life was. I knew that there were crimes and evil men, Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen. In mine own heart I saw as in a glass The hearts of others ... And when I went among my kind, with triple brass Of calm endurance my weak breast I armed, To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woeful mass!

let deeds, not words, express Thine exceeding loveliness.

I heard, as all have heard, the various story Of human life, and wept unwilling tears.

He will embrace a pure system, from its abstract truth, its beauty, its simplicity, and its promise of wide-extended benefit; unless custom has turned poison into food, he will hate the brutal pleasures of the chase by instinct; it will be a contemplation full of horror and disappointment to his mind, that beings capable of the gentlest and most admirable sympathies should take delight in the death-pangs and last convulsions of dying animals.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

All love is sweet, given or received...