Patricia Briggs Quotes

I'm very, very sensitive to pain and to people who suffer.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

Our brokenness has no other beauty but the beauty that comes from the compassion that surrounds it.

So please don't judge me and I won't judge you 'cause it could get ugly before it gets beautiful.

Compassion arises naturally as the quivering of the heart in the face of pain, ours and another's. True compassion is not limited by the separateness of pity, nor by the fear of being overwhelmed. When we come to rest in the great heart of compassion, we discover a capacity to bear witness to, suffer with, and hold dear with our own vulnerable heart the sorrows and beauties of the world.

I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.

To deaden yourself against any hurt is to deaden yourself also against the hurt of others.

There's something universal about illness... Whether you like it, at some level all patients are saying, 'Daddy, Mommy, help me, tell me it's going to be alright.'

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

Most damage that others do us is out of fear, humiliation and pain. Those feelings occur in all of us, not just in those of us who profess a certain religious or racial devotion.

Rather than turning away from the staggering scale and depth of misery caused by war, we must strive to develop our capacity to empathize and feel the sufferings of others.

I like someone who's suffered from both sides.

When you walk through the hospital, you waiver between feeling bad for everyone else and feeling bad for yourself. It's a war of the worlds - the healthy and the sick.

Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him.

I was sitting by Dr. Franklin who perceived that I was not insensitive to these mutilations.

My heart bled for the inhabitants.

We all bleed the same color. It hurts when we bleed.

I don't think I ever sit there and think to kick a wound harder.

When I see somebody fall in practice or get hurt, it almost makes me want to cry.

We're like everybody else. We hurt like everybody.

I know what it's like to feel distraught as I am an incredibly sensitive guy and feel for anything and everyone in pain, particularly my own sister.

If you torture a man as I was tortured he will learn more about love than you could ever ­imagine, and that has left me ­vulnerable.

Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.

Seeing other people in pain causes me pain.

It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.