Quotes about Compassion
Go ye, who rest so placidly upon the sacred Bard who had been young, and when he strung his harp was old, and had never seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed begging their bread; go, Teachers of content and honest pride, into the mine, the mill, the forge, the squalid depths of deepest ignorance, and uttermost abyss of man's neglect, and say can any hopeful plant spring up in air so foul that it extinguishes the soul's bright torch as fast as it is kindled!
— Charles Dickens
Her father, cheering her, showed a compassionate superiority to this woman's weakness, which was wonderful to see.
— Charles Dickens
Camilla, my dear, it is well known that your family feelings are gradually undermining you to the extent of making one of your legs shorter than the other.
— Charles Dickens
Who am I, for God's sake, that I should be kind!
— Charles Dickens
Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode!
— Charles Dickens
Carton left him there; but lingered after a little distance, and turned back to the gate again when it was shut, and touched it. He had heard of her going to the prison every day. 'She came out here,' he said, looking about him, 'turned this way, must have trod on these stones often. Let me follow in her footsteps.
— Charles Dickens
Mindful, then, of what we had read together, I thought of the two men who went up into the Temple to pray, and I knew there were no better words that I could say beside his bed, than 'O Lord, be merciful to him, a sinner!
— Charles Dickens
Nobody was hard with him or with me. There was duty to be done, and it was done, but not harshly.
— Charles Dickens
Little Dorrit was late on the Monday morning, for her father slept late, and afterwards there was his breakfast to prepare and his room to arrange. She had no engagement to go out to work, however, and therefore stayed with him until, with Maggy's help, she had put everything right about him, and had seen him off upon his morning walk (of twenty yards or so) to the coffee-house to read the paper.
— Charles Dickens
vigorous tenacity of love, always so much stronger than hate,
— Charles Dickens
It's all very true! It's a weakness to be so affectionate, but I can't help it.
— Charles Dickens
Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more.
— Charles Dickens