Quotes About Tolerance

a man can get used to anything, but do not ask us how.

Or for instance, a light sleeper, who used to be disturbed by the slightest noise in the next room, now found himself lying pressed against a comrade who snored loudly a few inches from his ear and yet slept quite soundly through the noise.

Human kindness can be found in all groups, even those which as a whole it would be easy to condemn

If someone now asked of us the truth of Dostoevski's statement that flatly denies man as a being who can get used to anything, we would reply, 'Yes, a man can get used to anything, but do not ask us how.

the "size" of human suffering is absolutely relative.

If someone now asked of us the truth of Dostoevski's statement that flatly defines man as a being who can get used to anything, we would reply, "Yes, a man can get used to anything, but do not ask us how." But our psychological investigations have not taken us that far yet; neither had we prisoners reached that point. We were still in the first phase of our psychological reactions.

death by a thousand cuts to be drawn out over a period of years not months.

Those who are hated are always more human than those who hate them.

You and I cannot possibly know the hidden pain eating holes in individual lives, so if we want to be saviors, in partnership with the Lord, we will be kind to everyone, everywhere, all of the time.

Nevertheless, the fact remained, it was impossible to dislike any one if one looked at them.

But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.

I am very tolerant. I am not a moralist. I have too great a sense of the shortness of life and its temptations to rule red lines. Yet I am not so indiscriminate as you think, judging me—as you judge me—from my fluency.

it was impossible to dislike any one if one looked at them.

She seemed determined to be human also; to like people, even though they were stupid.

when the memoir writer has done his work upon it? For one thing, Orlando had a positive hatred of tea; for another, the intellect, divine as it is, and all-worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcases, and often, alas, acts the cannibal among the other faculties so that often, where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

With equal complacence she saw his misery, condoned his meanness, and acquiesced in his torture.

We do not know our own souls, let alone the souls of others. Human beings do not go hand in hand the whole stretch of the way. There is a virgin forest in each; a snowfield where even the print of birds' feet is unknown. Here we go alone, and like it better so. Always to have sympathy, always to be accompanied, always to be understood would be intolerable

The worst madman is the one who fails to consider the possibility of somebody else being mad too.

Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?

Finally it gave up- as some day life will give up- bothering me.

Humbert, when you get to know me better, you'll find I'm extremely broad-minded.

She was so kind, was Rita, such a good sport, that I daresay she would have given herself to any pathetic creature or fallacy, an old broken tree or a bereaved porcupine, out of sheer chumminess and compassion.

I would like to see an America where people of any race, color or creed may live on a plane of cultural, material well-being, cooperating unhindered by sectarian, racial, or factional prejudices that do nobody any good.

Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.