Quotes About Compassion

I see that I must give what I most need.

To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.

When one is out of touch with oneself, one cannot touch others.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay in kind somewhere else in life.

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.

You'll have the use of my body, Breck, until my mother is dead, but that's all you'll have of me. Not one word of tenderness, not one ounce of compassion or concern. If you're tired, if you're hurt, if you're sick, plan to go elsewhere for succor, because you won't find it with me! Those are my terms, Breck, and they're the only terms you'll get from me.

Be aware that you can truly help people only by aiding them to become what they are, not what you are. I have heard you say 'If I were you, I would do this, or that.' 'I' am never 'you'--and my solutions may not be yours.

perhaps great sins start as simple weakness, and the consistent placing of self before others.

What's always right?" "Kindness," Pitt answered with certainty. "Keeping your promises. Not giving up just because it gets hard. Owning up to your mistakes, and not blaming other people even if you would get away with it.

When we are happy to turn from evil because it is ugly, and causes us distress, then we condone it and become party to its continuance. Little by little, we become as guilty of it as those who commit the act—because we have told them by our silence that it is acceptable.

Before you pity yourself, take a great deal closer look at others, and then decide with who you would or could change places and what sacrifice of your nature you would be prepared to make in order to do so.

But in our anguish-darkened land, let us draw close, and clasp the hand; our whispered password holds assuagement -- the solemn "Yea, I understand!"

In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?

A woman like that is not a woman, quite.I have been her kind.

Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.

Surely all who are locked in boxes of different sizes should have their hands held.

A woman like that is misunderstood. I have been her kind.

You care and it's all over the place.

Today, my small child, Joyce, love your self's self where it lives.

You care and its all over the place.

I have been her kind.

A poem might be defined as thinking about feelings - about human feelings and frailties.

You cannot touch love . . . But you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

We all like stories that make us cry. It's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing in particular to feel sad about.