Compassion Quotes - Page 92

People need to have compassion for others.

We should only affect compassion, and carefully avoid having any.

We are still working with an incomplete compass. The time is right to bring the full power of genomics to bear on the problem of cancer.

Why don't we bring everyone up to be caring and compassionate, to believe that we are connected with everyone and everything around us?

Human cruelty took the form of a pact with the deity. A solemn oath was made to kill everything, in which people forbade themselves any display of reason or compassion. A city or a land was devoted to destruction and it was believed an insult to God if one did not observe the abominable oath.

I firmly believe kids don't want your understanding. They want your trust, your compassion, your blinding love and your car keys, but you try to understand them and you're in big trouble.

Nature has no compassion. Nature accepts no excuses and the only punishment it knows is death.

I want audiences to look at adolescent delinquents with greater understanding and more compassion.

I think most important, you need to have the compassion and caring for helping to protect vulnerable people.

The things I feared were not in the sky, but in the nature and in the touch of humanity. The cruelty of children . . . the blindness of the unpitiful - these were my terrors. But not the crash of thunder overhead, not the bolts of fire from the clouds.

If you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot.

I have more compassion than if I had led a life where everything worked out exactly as I had planned or if I had never been wounded or if I had never been betrayed or I had never been harmed. I don't think I would be as good a person.

She said, "You're a warrior. So how do you kill without rage?" "In compassion. Because of necessity." Hrahima set the empty water bowl back in Samarkar's hands. "The same way you carry water.

While Max appears to greatly admire Wallace as a writer and feel compassion for him as a man, he is never starry-eyed, or pulls his punches. Every Love Story is a Ghost Story is as illuminating, multifaceted, and serious an estimation of David Foster Wallace's life and work as we can hope to find.

Perhaps fate isn't blind after all. Perhaps it's capable of fantasy, even compassion.

The earth was our home, she would have said, but no less was it home to the oxen that pulled our plows or the elephants that roamed in the forest and worked for us. They lived with us as partners whose well-being was inseparable from our own.

I have a deeper compassion for those living with cancer, as well as their family members. And now when someone tells me that a loved one passed away, I feel it deeply, as though it were my own relative.

It's hard to tell what's true compassion, when it's dressed up in hair and nails and fashion.

To me, a faith in Jesus Christ that is not aligned with the poor ... it's nothing.

I have to say, as much I am respectful of people's faith and the idea of it being necessary for them, but when it comes to the Catholic church as an organization I don't have one scintilla of compassion, understanding, anything. I just think they're the most heinous, corrupt, separatingly vile organization that's ever been on the planet.

To consciously evolve, we require clear vision of a compassionate future that draws out our enthusiastic participation in life.

I'm not here to talk about bigotry in the sense that I don't know what's in Donald Trump's heart. I hope that it's a heart of compassion.

We will be fair, just, and compassionate to all, but our greatest compassion must be for our American citizens.

We will treat everyone living or residing in our country with great dignity. So important. We will be fair, just, and compassionate to all, but our greatest compassion must be for our American citizens.

To have loved and lost, either by that total disenchantment which leaves compassion as the sole substitute for love which can exist no more, or by the slow torment which is obliged to let go day by day all that constitutes the diviner part of love - namely, reverence, belief, and trust, yet clings desperately to the only thing left it, a long-suffering apologetic tenderness - this lot is probably the hardest any woman can have to bear.