Lydia Millet Quotes

Compassion is the feeling of shared suffering. When you feel someone else's suffering, there is the birth of understanding.

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!

Compassion is a mixed passion, composed of love and sorrow.

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

Compassion does not only refine and civilize human nature, but has something in it more pleasing and agreeable, than what can be met with in such an indolent happiness, such an indifference to mankind, as that in which the stoics placed their wisdom. As love is the most delightful passion, pity is nothing else but love softened by a degree of sorrow: In short, it is a kind of pleasing anguish, anguish as well as generous sympathy, that knits mankind together, and blends them in the same common lot.

Compassion is a living, breathing, organic emotion that vibrates through you and links you to those around you.

Compassion is the fellow-feeling of the unsound.

Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.

He who fears to weep, should learn to be kind to those who weep.

The healthy can't understand the emptied, the broken.

When your fear touches someone’s pain, it becomes pity, when your love touches someone’s pain, it become compassion.

The greatest gift given to man by God - is the ability to empathize.

No one feels another's grief.

Compassion is the ability to see how it all is.

...those who love suffer when who they love suffers.

Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.

When you truly know the meaning of the word love, you will also know the meaning of the word pain.

Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too.

Weep like the waterwheel, that green herbs may spring up from the courtyard of your soul. If you wish for tears, have mercy on one who sheds tears; if you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.

Compassion is subtler than Vitamin C, but both are real needs.

I first start with weep with those who weep, rejoice with those who rejoice, be sympathetic, show tenderness and brotherly kindness.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.