Quotes about Compassion
He asked himself... whether it was not outrageous for society to treat thus precisely those of its members who were the least well endowed in the division of goods made by chance, and consequently the most deserving of consideration.
— Victor Hugo
Let us have compassion on the chastised. Alas! Who are we ourselves? Who am I who now address you? Who are you who are listening to me? And are you very sure that we have done nothing before we were born? The earth is not devoid of resemblance to a jail. Who knows whether man is not a recaptured offender against divine justice? Look closely at life. It is so made, that everywhere we feel the sense of punishment.
— Victor Hugo
Our mind is enriched by what we receive, our heart by what we give.
— Victor Hugo
He understood how to sit down and hold his peace for long hours beside the man who had lost the wife of his love
— Victor Hugo
Live and Let live To love someone is to see the face of God
— Victor Hugo
Is it not the best pity, when a man has a sore point, not to touch it at all?
— Victor Hugo
The most ferocious animals are disarmed by caresses to their young
— Victor Hugo
Now, don't kick a dog 'cause it's only a pup!
— Victor Hugo
Hope in a child who has never known anything but despair is a sweet and touching thing.
— Victor Hugo
There is one thing sadder than having no money to buy bread; that is having nothing with which to buy medicine.
— Victor Hugo
Monsieur Mayor," said the bishop, "that is just it. I am not in the world to care for my life, but for souls.
— Victor Hugo
And this is the note: "Oh Thou who art! "Ecclesiastes names thee the Almighty; Maccabees names thee Creator; the Epistle to the Ephesians names thee Liberty; Baruch names thee Immensity; the Psalms name thee Wisdom and Truth; John names thee Light; the book of Kings names thee Lord; Exodus calls thee Providence; Leviticus, Holiness; Esdras, Justice; Creation calls thee God; man names thee Father; but Solomon names thee Compassion, and that is the most beautiful of all thy names.
— Victor Hugo