Quotes About Compassion

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, who suffered death because she chose to turn. - Lot's Wife

Wiem ju?, jak si? twarz zapada w sobie, Jak wzrok gasi b?onka strachu szklista, Jak cierpienie na policzkach ??obi Twarde znaki klinowego pisma, Jak si? jasne albo czarne w?osy W mgnieniu oka w srebro zmieni? mog?, Jak si? u?miech z pokornych warg p?oszy I jak suchy ?miech dygocze trwog?. I nie modl? si? za siebie, Bo?e: Za nas wszystkie, ustawione sznurem W skwarze lipca i w styczniowym mrozie Pod czerwonym ociemnia?ym murem.

Tú no sabes que has sido perdonado

All my experience of the world teaches me that in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, the safe and just side of a question is the generous and merciful side.

The mattress shifted as he turned to look at her. Perhaps the darkness would hide her weeping. A futile hope. She'd long ago noted the acuteness of his senses. "Oh, my dear." Unerringly, he reached out and captured a tear in his fingers. Another tear, another. She closed her eyes and struggled for composure. "Crying won't help," she said huskily. "Sometimes it's all we can do." His voice caressed her like black silk.

I think we need leadership that helps us remember that part of what we are about is caring about more than the person right next to us, but the folks across the way.

Most people have no imagination. If they could imagine the sufferings of others, they would not make them suffer so.

one does not remember one's own pain. It is the suffering of others that undoes us

There are no people who are whole" he says. "Everyone has issues of their own to deal with. Mine might be a little harder, but the main thing is how on deals with them.

There are some people just the thought of whom makes us behave better.

Il (...) lui a rétorqué que c'était sa vie. C'est vrai. C'est sa vie. Mais c'est nous qui sommes tristes. (L'échappée belle, p.51)

On vieillit et on réalise qu'il n'y a rien de plus sexy que la gentillesse.

Den Kummer dessen, der das Unglück auslöst. Diejenigen, die bleiben, bedauert man, die tröstet man. Aber diejenigen, die gehen?

La main, c'est bien. Ça n'engage pas trop celui qui la donne et ça apaise beaucoup celui qui la reçoit...

M?s vienm?r run?jam par to b?d?m, kuri paliek, bet vai tu jau esi padom?jusi par tiem, kuri aiziet? Par to b?d?m, ar kuriem nelaime atn?k… Palic?ju mums ir ž?l, m?s vi?us mierin?m, bet tos, kuri aiziet? -Bet ko v?l vi?i grib, - es aizsvilos, - kroni? Iedrošinošus v?rdus?!

gaiš? dienas vid? atj?dzos, sl?kdams asar?s. Es nupat biju atkl?jis, cik ?oti es vi?u m?lu. Cik ?oti vi?a man bija vajadz?ga. Vi?a smaid?ja, kad es biju nelaim?gs, un raust?ja plecus, kad biju neciešams.

Ils se donnèrent la main en remontant à la surface. La main, c'est bien. Ça n'engage pas trop celui qui la donne et ça apaise beaucoup celui qui la reçoit...

Tu crois que c'est comme tes mines de crayon ? Tu crois que ça s'use quand on s'en sert ? - De quoi ? -Les sentiments.

gentry could love one another just as ordinary people

We must save the world, one child at a time.

Where your pain is, there your heart lies also.

If one had irreparably injured a fellow-being, it would be hard for a person of sensitive nature to live a happy life afterwards; though the fact of not living a happy life ought to be no reason why one should not live a good life.

We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?

Grief is a private, internal thing. No one can say their pain is worse than yours because they don't know. So maybe it's not good to compare. Maybe it's better to talk to people who know you.