Quotes About Compassion

All Men Are Brothers)

É che novanta volte su cento, conoscevi già le reazioni di tutti: qualcuno ti compativa, e ti faceva rimpiangere di non essere stato zitto; un altro suggeriva distrazioni, donne, vino,bagordi, senza capire che quando sei pronto per quelle o stai già meglio o sei all'ultimo stadio, ed è la via intermedia che ti fa star male.

In that humiliating, spirit-crushing, bone-aching, ah-ha! moment, a lightbulb went off in my head. I thought to myself, I finally get it. Anytime I'm in a relationship with any living thing and I have the need to win, the possibility for connection and closeness is over.

It's hard to be prejudiced against someone you love.

Normally, when one passes someone on the street who is in pain, one either tries to help him, or one simply looks the other way. With a photo there's no human decision; you're not there; you can't turn away; you simply gape. It's a form of voyeurism.

We are all on earth to help others. What on earth the others are here for, I can't imagine.

We are here on earth to do good for others. What the others are here for, I don't know.

To leap over the wall of self, to look through another's eyes--this is valuable experience, which literature offers.

Women will cut men a lot of slack for sins made in the name of their beauty.

There is a deep—and usually frustrated—desire in the heart of everyone to act with benevolence rather than selfishness, and one fine instance of generosity can inspire dozens more.

But what so different of eating plants? Everything has it's life. If you are so pure, why not just stop eating? So you can have no shit?

In China we believe "rob the rich to feed the poor." But robbers here have no poetry.

No one likes crying, but tears water our souls.

Mentre scrivo queste righe a Sydney, una splendida coppia di pappagalli verdi con il petto arancione è accovacciata sul tetto dell'edificio accanto e sta nutrendo il proprio cucciolo. Se gli uccelli possono provare un simile sentimento e non abbandonare mai le loro creature, com'è possibile che degli esseri umani rinuncino ripetutamente ai loro figli?

No one like crying, but tears water our souls. So, perhaps my thanks should be to allow you to cry for the Chinese women in my books...

Guardei o segredo da Catadora de Lixo e nunca contei ao filho que ela passara um longo tempo acompanhando seus movimentos. Mas nunca mais fui à casa dele, pois a Catadora de Lixo, cuja memória eu prezo muito, nunca atravessou sequer a soleira daquela casa. Embora ele parecesse tão abastado, ela é que era realmente rica.

The reason she was crying didn't matter to me. Perhaps there was no reason at all. Her tears had that sort of purity.

The door that would not open no matter how hard you pushed, no matter how long you pounded on it. The screams no one heard. Darkness, hunger, pain. Slow suffocation. One day it occurred to me that I needed to experience the same suffering he had.

A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much.

A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much. It's much like your memory, in that sense.

A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why it can hold so much. It's much like your memory, in that sense.

If human beings want to possess human rights, they have to give animals animal rights. But how do I justify the fact that yesterday I ate meat? I lack the courage to think this thought through to the end.

You needn't be afraid of them. When you see them, just remember that you, too, like all other human beings, were once a monster in one of your previous lives. Neither hate them nor do battle with them, just continue on your way.

Taking care of each other is the norm—taking care of others is the exception.