Quotes related to 1 Peter 3:8
To touch the soul of another human being is to walk on holy ground.
— Stephen Covey
Can you imagine churches actually working together within a city to win the lost? Can you picture pastors unselfishly praying with other pastors, sharing resources among themselves without worrying about who gets the credit? Can you see your city becoming a place where outsiders
— Stephen Kendrick
Seek first to understand and then to be understood.
— Stephen Covey
Everyone in a complex system has a slightly different interpretation. The more interpretations we gather, the easier it becomes to gain a sense of the whole.
— Margaret J. Wheatley
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
— Washington Irving
The day after his father left, Franz and his mother went into town together, and as they left home Franz noticed that her shoes did not match. He was in a quandary: he wanted to point out the mistake, but was afraid he would hurt her. So, during the two hours they spent walking through the city together he kept his eyes focused on her feet. It was then he had his first inkling of what it means to suffer.
— Milan Kundera
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weights so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, with someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
— Milan Kundera
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.
— Milan Kundera
all languages that derive from Latin form the word compassion by combining the prefix meaning with (com-) and the root meaning suffering
— Milan Kundera
We live in two different dimensions, you and I.
— Milan Kundera
The tons of steel of the Russian tanks were nothing compared with it. For there is nothing heavier compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
— Milan Kundera
There's a part of bohemia I love. The lack of prejudice, the lack of aggression, I love the lack, for the most part, of competitiveness. It's more peaceful.
— Peter Mullan