Quotes About Compassion

There was something very special, but it wasn't inside Josie. It was inside those who loved her.

Mr Capaldi believed there was nothing special inside Josie that couldn't be continued. He told the Mother he'd searched and searched and found nothing like that. But I believe now he was searching in the wrong place. There was something very special, but it wasn't inside Josie. It was inside those who loved her.

But God will know the slow tread of an old couple's love for each other, and understand how black shadows make part of its whole.

Today's world is too foul a place for fine and noble instincts.

when people are getting poorer, and children are growing more hungry and sick all around you, it is simply not enough for an artist to hide away somewhere, perfecting pictures of courtesans.

Be merciful and leave this place. Leave this country to rest in forgetfulness.

And when someone's asking you to do something in such a pleading way, everything goes against saying no. I

And why shouldn't they? Carers aren't machines. You try and do your best for every donor, but in the end, it wears you down. You don't have unlimited patience and energy. So when you get a chance to choose, of course, you choose your own kind. That's natural. There's no way I could have gone on for

that there are people out there, like Madame, who don't hate you or wish you any harm, but who nevertheless shudder at the very thought of you—of how you were brought into this world and why—and who dread the idea of your hand brushing against theirs.

A mother's love for her son. Such a noble thing, to override the dread of loneliness

I for one will never doubt that a desire to see 'justice in this world' lay at the heart of all his actions.

So for a long time you were kept in the shadows, and people did their best not to think about you. And if they did, they tried to convince themselves you weren't really like us. That you were less than human, so it didn't matter.

In a time of dangerously increasing division, we must listen. Good writing and good reading will break down barriers.

you'd have to learn not just her mannerisms but what's deeply inside her? Wouldn't you have to learn her heart?' 'Yes, certainly.' 'And that could be difficult, no? Something beyond even your wonderful capabilities. Because an impersonation wouldn't do, however skillful. You'd have to learn her heart, and learn it fully, or you'll never become Josie in any sense that matters.

So identical were their pitiful whimpers, the way their screams gave way to desperate entreaties then returned to screams, that the notion came to me: this was what each of us would go through on our way to death, that these terrible noises were as universal as the crying of newborn babies.

You don't see how it is for some parents. Not only must they lose their children, they must lose them to things they don't understand.

Josie often had to go for medical examinations, I said. They took samples of her blood and other things. Josie never liked those examinations. They hurt her. Do you think there could be a way of making those examinations nice for her?

Poor creatures. I wish I could help you. But now you're by yourself.

Do you believe in the human heart? I don't mean simply the organ, obviously. I'm speaking in the poetic sense. The human heart. Do you think there is such a thing? Something that makes each of us special and individual?

The way you're always willing to give people a decent chance. That's a good trait.

Deja que te pregunte esto: ¿crees en el corazón humano? No me refiero al órgano físico, claro está. Me refiero a su sentido poético. El corazón humano. ¿Crees que existe tal cosa? ¿Algo que hace que cada uno de nosotros seamos especiales e individuales?

Monk: Forgive our rudeness Hakkai: Please, don't worry about it. A little purity is good for them. Sanzo: You saying I'm corrupt?

every time she fell he picked her up with no thank you required.

If it gets too bad, go. I'll understand." I won't.