Quotes About Compassion

A hospital alone shows what war is.

I always thought everyone was against war until I found out there are those who are all for it, especially those who do not have to go there.

I tell you this: it is the most despicable thing of all to drag animals into a war.

The cries continued. It is not men, they could not cry so terribly. Wounded horses, says Kat. It's unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.

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Help when you can; do everything then— but when you can no longer do anything, forget it! Turn away! Pull yourself together. Compassion is meant for quiet times. Not when life is at stake. Bury the dead and devour life! You'll still need it. Mourning is one thing, facts are another. One doesn't mourn less when one sees the facts and accepts them. That is how one survives.

When a man has seen so many dead he cannot understand any longer why there should be so much anguish over a single individual.

Here lies our comrade, Kemmerich, who a little while ago was roasting horse flesh with us and squatting in the shell-holes. He it is still and yet it is not he any longer. His features have become uncertain and faint, like a photographic plate from which two pictures have been taken. Even his voice sounds like ashes.

Nie ka?dy ma takie ?ycie, ?eby nadawaÅ'o siÄ™ na dom dla niego, który bÄ™dzie mógÅ' dekorowa? coraz bogatszymi meblami wspomnieÅ". Niektórzy mieszkajÄ… w hotelach, w niejednym hotelu. Lata zatrzaskujÄ… siÄ™ za nimi jak drzwi hoteli - i jedyne, co im pozostaje, to odrobina odwagi, ale nikt ich nie ?aÅ'uje.

Er erkannte die Hoffnungslosigkeit, zu der Gerechtigkeit und Mitgefühl ewig verurteilt waren: immer wieder an Selbstsucht, Gleichgültigkeit und Angst zu stranden.

Kättemaksuga üksi saab vähe korda saata. Kättemaks kuulub teise, süngema osa juurde, mis korda tuleb saata, kuid mis tuleb pärast seda?

Taktas yra tylus susitarimas nematyti kits kito klaid? ir netaisyti j?.

It brings a lump into the throat to see how they go over, and run and fall. A man would like to spank them, they are so stupid, and to take them by the arm and lead them away from here where they have no business to be. They wear grey coats and trousers and boots, but for most of them the uniform is far too big, it hangs on their limbs, their shoulders are too narrow, their bodies too slight; no uniform was ever made to these childish measurements.

I say to the dead man, but I say it calmly, "to-day you, to-morrow me. But if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you, taken life—and from me—? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again.

Das sage ich euch, es ist die allergrößte Gemeinheit, daß Tiere im Krieg sind.

Wenn man so viele Tote gesehen hat, kann man so viel Schmerz um einen einzigen nicht mehr recht begreifen.

Por qué no nos dicen continuamente que vosotros sois unos pobres infelices como nosotros, que vuestras madres viven en la misma angustia que las nuestras y que todos tenemos el mismo miedo a la muerte, el mismo agonizar y los mismos dolores? ¡Perdóname, camarada! ¿Cómo podías ser mi enemigo? Si tiráramos estas armas y este uniforme, tú podrías ser mi hermano, al igual que Kat y Albert.

Why doesn't she stop worrying? Kemmerich will stay dead whether she knows about it or not. When a man has seen so many dead he cannot understand any longer why there should be so much anguish over a single individual.

We all feed on one another. Such occasional little sparks of kindliness—that's something one shouldn't allow to be taken away. It strengthens one for a difficult life.

The youngster will hardly survive the carrying, and at the most he will only last a few days. What he has gone through so far is nothing to what he's in for till he dies. Now he is numb and feels nothing. In an hour he will become one screaming bundle of intolerable pain. Every day that he can live will be a howling torture. And to whom does it matter whether he has them or not—— I nod. "Yes, Kat, we ought to put him out of his misery.

eIf we could only see the animals we should be able to endure it better. Müller has a pair of glasses. We see a dark group, bearers with stretchers, and larger black clumps moving about. Those are the wounded horses. But not all of them. Some gallop away in the distance, fall down, and then run on farther. The belly of one is ripped open, the guts trail out. He becomes tangled in them and falls, then he stands up again.

If we could only see the animals we should be able to endure it better. Müller has a pair of glasses. We see a dark group, bearers with stretchers, and larger black clumps moving about. Those are the wounded horses. But not all of them. Some gallop away in the distance, fall down, and then run on farther. The belly of one is ripped open, the guts trail out. He becomes tangled in them and falls, then he stands up again.

out my cigarettes, break each one in half and give them to the Russians. They bow to me and then light the cigarettes. Now red points glow in every face. They comfort me; it looks as though there were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace. The

Savo sumanymais žmogus visada yra didis. Tik ne j? ?vykdymu. Tuo jis ir yra žmogus.