Quotes About Compassion

Do-gooding is like treating hemophilia—the real cure is to let hemophiliacs bleed to death . . . before they breed more hemophiliacs.

Nine times out of ten, if a girl gets raped, it's partly her fault.

Don't anybody mention ice skating; Grandmaw is too old and frail and it wouldn't be polite. Hilda, you suggest dominoes and we'll all chime in—Grandmaw likes dominoes. We'll go skating some other time. Okay, kids?" Jubal

they care about skin color—by making point of how they don't care.

Love' is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Love' is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." Ben

She was relaxed with what she was - liked herself as Lazarus thought of it - and liking yourself was the necessary first step toward loving other people.

If you don't love yourself, no one else will. If you don't like yourself, you can't like other people.

The Society for Creative Euthanasia

They're not cruel; they're just pig-headed and provincial. The fact that you have feelings never occurs to them.

Contribute less to the general darkness of the world and do not add to the collective shadow that fuels war and strife.

On the other hand, he was compassionate because he knew pain, real pain, and real suffering too. Yet even in those bouts when it looked for sure as if he would die, he was never given morphine, not even as his screams of pain rattled the palace windows. That poor child had traveled to the bottom of life and back again, and naturally that had had a profound effect on him.

I grok people. I am people so now I can say it in people talk. I've found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts so much because it's the only thing that'll make it stop hurting

Show me a movement that doesn't hate somebody, and I will join it at once.

I passed on to the kitchen, as if Bill were not a major item of interest at the moment. That was step one; everybody, I was sure, had been treating his symptoms as a grave problem, and I wanted to give him back his sense of perspective. There were nearly three billion people on earth who didn't know and didn't care about his mental states and I was standing in for all of them.

Like many idle and stupid questions, this proved worth thinking about, for I realized with thunderous emphasis how little Gayness or straightness mattered in human terms: what did matter, in the moral dimension, jumped out at me like a chord in Beethoven — everybody at the party manifested love, care, kindness and support to an almost superhuman degree. These people all loved Don and they exemplified the compassion that, when it appears, makes humans noble and admirable creatures.

Kindness remains, to me, the most wonderful miracle in this incomprehensible universe.

Nobody knows why Achilles wept, but we all know that he must have wept; just as we know that Lear must have prayed for the poor hungry wretches that night on the moor. A Homer or a Shakespeare creates such scenes without knowing why they must be just as they are; and we weep over them without knowing how we are sure that they are true.

Turning toward our pain is about bringing into our heart all that we have rejected in ourselves, all that we have ostracized, disowned, neglected, bypassed, shunned, excommunicated, or otherwise deemed as unworthy in ourselves. Our heart somehow has room for it all.

Softening can be a profoundly healing undertaking, helping to make more room for pain and difficulty, enriching a man's capacity for deep relationship, rendering him more flexible and permeable, more heartful—especially when that softening coexists with stead-fastness and firmness. An example of such coexistence can be seen in fierce compassion, wherein we're both forceful and soft, both angered and caring.

Susan said. "Kindness is not dangerous. You have found a way to work and live which allows you to integrate the violence and the compassion. If you had no impulse to violence, your compassion wouldn't be so admirable. If you had no compassion, your violence would be intolerable. You understand what I'm saying?

What do you do about people who don't like having your dog in their lap when they come to visit?" Farrell said. "We assume there is something wrong with them," Susan said. "And we try to help them.

Rachel drank some more bourbon. "What I am trying to do," she said, "is to thank you. And to say it as genuinely as I can. I do thank you. I will remember as long as I live when you came into the room and got me, and I will always remember when you killed them, and I was glad, and you came and we put our arms around each other. And I will always remember that you cried.

I can't put the profession ahead of the people it's supposed to serve," Susan said. "It would be like teachers who care more about education than students.