Quotes About Compassion

What do you love even more than you love your own ego?

My own glints of darkness did not frighten him; he had such darkness of his own that nobody else's shadows scared him.

They loved each other, she realized. They loved each other, because they knew each other.

Love over suffering, always.

I would sit with him until he was all right again. I knew that I would sit with him for as long as it took. That's all I could do. That was my only job in the world that day - to sit with a good man. To watch over him from the other side...until he was steadied.

It's a pity we cannot put an old head on young shoulders, or you could be wise, too. But someday you will understand that nobody passes through this world without suffering—no matter what you may think of them and their supposed good fortune.

C. S. Lewis, when he wrote of his wife, "We both knew this: I had my miseries, not hers; she had hers, not mine.

All human beings have needs and temptations and stresses. Men and women who have lived together over long years get to know one another's failings; but they also come to know what is worthy of respect and admiration in those they live with and in themselves.

I thought of how many people go to their graves unforgiven and unforgiving. I thought of how many people have had siblings or friends or children or lovers disappear from their lives before precious words of clemency or absolution could be passed along.

He came bearing not a sword but a candle.

What I mean is- find somebody new to love someday. Take the time you need to heal, but don't forget to eventually share your heart with someone

I could ever tell him about myself that he would judge or criticize. My own glints of darkness did not frighten him; he had such darkness of his own that nobody else's shadows scared him. Most of all, though, he listened.

Of course you are. I'm sorry for many of the things I've done, too. Everyone is sorry. It's good to be sorry—but don't make a fetish of it.

You can recognize the people who live for others by the haunted look on the faces of the others. I would so much rather you wrote a book in order to entertain yourself than to help me. Or if your subject matter is darker and more serious, I would prefer that you made your art in order to save yourself or to relive yourself of some great psychic burden, rather than to save or relieve us.

someday you will understand that nobody passes through this world without suffering—no matter what you may think of them and their supposed good fortune.

Everyone is sorry. It's good to be sorry—but don't make a fetish of it.

One can never know the state of another man's heart.

His face is a comprehensive encyclopaedia of kindness.

But I disappear into the person I love. I am the permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have everything. You can have my time, my devotion, my ass, my money, my family, my dog, my dog's money, my dog's time -- everything.

It's an honor to be in grief. It's an honor to feel that much, to have loved that much.

the appreciation of pleasure can be an anchor of one's humanity.

is no love which does not become help," taught the theologian Paul Tillich.)

There were a few years there, lost in borderless despair, when I used to experience all the world's sadness as my own.

Por eso es solo porque he elegido confiar, lo que sencillamente equivale a amar. El amor por encima del sufrimiento. Siempre.