Quotes About Compassion

Amore fraterno. La forma più fondamentale d'amore, è l'amore fraterno. Con questo intendo senso di responsabilità, premure, rispetto, comprensione per il prossimo; esso è caratterizzato dall'assenza di esclusività.

Se amassi veramente una persona, amerei il mondo, amerei la vita. Se posso dire a un altro ti amo, devo essere in grado di dire, amo tutti in te, amo il mondo attraverso te, amo in te anche me stesso.

Senza amore, l'umanità non sopravvivrebbe un solo giorno.

Even the most sadistic and destructive man is human, as human as the saint.

In the most general way, the active character of love can be described by stating that love is primarily giving, not receiving.

The essence of the Torah is the command: Do not do unto others as you should not want them to do unto you—the rest is commentary. Go and study.

L'amore non è soltanto una relazione con una particolare persona: è un'attitudine, un orientamento di carattere che determina i rapporti di una persona col mondo, non verso un oggetto d'amore. Se una persona ama solo un'altra persona ed è indifferente nei confronti dei suoi simili, il suo non è amore, ma un attaccamento simbiotico, o un egotismo portato all'eccesso.

O amor não é, primacialmente, uma relação para com uma pessoa específica; é uma atitude, uma orientação de caráter, que determina a relação de alguém para com o mundo como um todo, e não para com um "objeto" de amor.

Wenn ich einen Menschen wahrhaft liebe, so liebe ich alle Menschen, so liebe ich die Welt, so liebe ich das Leben. Wenn ich zu einem anderen sagen kann: Ich liebe dich, muss ich auch sagen können: Ich liebe in dir auch alle anderen, ich liebe durch dich die ganze Welt, ich liebe in dir auch mich selbst.

Genuine love increases the capacity to love and to give to others. The true lover loves the whole world, in his or her love for a specific person.

Man and society are resurrected every moment in the act of hope and of faith in the here and now; every act of love, of awareness, of compassion is resurrection; every act of sloth, of greed, of selfishness is death. Every moment existence confronts us with the alternatives of resurrection or death; every moment we give an answer. This answer lies not in what we say or think, but in what we are, how we act, where we are moving.

There are thousands of Himmlers living among us.

Ä°nsanlar?n çoÄŸu, sevgi konusundaki sorunlar?n?n sevilmemek olduÄŸunu ileri sürerler. Bu nedenle de bütün güçleriyle nas?l sevimli ve sevilebilir olacaklar? konusunda gayret gösterirler. Oysa as?l sorun sevilmemekte deÄŸil, sevmeyi bilmemekte gizlidir... Üretici bir biçimde seven bir kimse, kendini de sever. Yaln?zca baÅŸkalar?n? seven bir kimse ise, asl?nda hiç kimseyi sevmiyor demektir.

In the experience of love lies the only answer to being human, lies sanity.

o amor não é um sentimento em que qualquer um se possa comprazer, sem levar em conta o nível de maturidade que alcançou.

Si el amor es una capacidad del carácter maduro

Er steckte den Zwanzigmarkschein ein. Jetzt saß die Mutter im Zug, und bald musste sie den anderen Zwanzigmarkschein finden, den er ihr in die Handtasche gelegt hatte. Mathematisch gesehen war das Ergebnis gleich Null. Denn nun besaßen beide dieselbe Summe wie vorher. Aber gute Taten lassen sich nicht stornieren. Die moralische Gleichung verläuft anders als die arithmetische.

Es gibt nichts Gutes außer: Man tut es. There is nothing good unless you do it.

Das Leben ist ernst und schwer. Und wenn die Menschen, denen es gut geht, den anderen, denen es schlecht geht, nicht aus freien Stücken helfen wollen, wird es noch mal ein schlimmes Ende nehmen.

Wir werden nicht daran zugrunde gehen, dass einige Zeitgenossen besonders niederträchtig sind, und nicht daran, dass einigen von diesen und jenen mit einigen von denen identisch sind, die den Globus verwalten. Wir gehen an der seelischen Bequemlichkeit aller Beteiligten zugrunde. Wir wollen, dass es sich ändert, aber wir wollen nicht, dass wir uns ändern. Wozu sind die anderen da?, denkt jeder und wiegt sich im Schaukelstuhl.

Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.

A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don't feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that's what counts. A half-yard away someone's world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That's the misery of the world.

Beside us lies a fair-headed recruit in utter terror. He has buried his face in his hands, his helmet has fallen off. I fish hold of it and try to put it back on his head. He looks up, pushes the helmet off and like a child creeps under my arm, his head close to my breast. The little shoulders heave. Shoulders just like Kemmerich's. I let him be.

There is no guilt in feelings ever.