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Quotes about Compassion

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
I have not bestowed my tenderness anywhere. I have never had any such thing.
— Charles Dickens
Christmas-time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave.
— Charles Dickens
there was wild excitement, patriotic fervour, not a touch of human sympathy.
— Charles Dickens
Heavens knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
— Charles Dickens
Never,' said my aunt, 'be mean in anything; never be false; never be cruel. Avoid those three vices, Trot, and I can always be hopeful of you.
— Charles Dickens