Jennifer > Jennifer's Quotes

Showing 1-30 of 69
« previous 1 3
sort by

  • #1
    Milan Kundera
    “for there is nothing heavier than 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, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #2
    Leo F. Buscaglia
    “Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”
    Leo Buscaglia

  • #3
    Dietrich Bonhoeffer
    “We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or omit to do, and more in the light of what they suffer.”
    Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Letters and Papers from Prison

  • #4
    Stephen Chbosky
    “It’s like when you’re excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #5
    Andrew  Boyd
    “Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”
    Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe

  • #6
    Dean Koontz
    “Some people think only intellect counts: knowing how to solve problems, knowing how to get by, knowing how to identify an advantage and seize it. But the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion, and empathy.”
    Dean Koontz

  • #7
    Pat Barker
    “It's the hardest thing in the world to go on being aware of someone else's pain.”
    Pat Barker

  • #8
    Edith Wharton
    “As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch. What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.”
    Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

  • #9
    “All that we can't say is all we need to hear.”
    Ben Harper

  • #10
    Sue Miller
    “I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.”
    Sue Miller, While I Was Gone

  • #11
    Lewis Carroll
    “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
    "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
    "I don't much care where –"
    "Then it doesn't matter which way you go.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

  • #12
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #13
    George Bernard Shaw
    “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.”
    George Bernard Shaw

  • #14
    Rudyard Kipling
    “We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”
    Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed

  • #15
    Criss Jami
    “I don't pretend to know everything; I just only speak on matters I know I'll win.”
    Criss Jami, Killosophy

  • #16
    Toba Beta
    “You know, I can't stop thinking about you.
    Oh really? Why you so obsessed about me?'re so full of shit yet still alive.”
    Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity

  • #17
    Anthony Liccione
    “Does giving your piece of mind, bring a peace of mind? Or is it better to be silent and let the war inside subside?”
    Anthony Liccione

  • #18
    Sarah Dessen
    “Silence is so freaking loud”
    Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

  • #19
    Elbert Hubbard
    “He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
    Elbert Hubbard

  • #20
    Haruki Murakami
    “I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.”
    Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

  • #21
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #22
    Pablo Neruda
    “Don't go far off, not even for a day,
    because I don't know how to say it - a day is long
    and I will be waiting for you, as in
    an empty station when the trains are
    parked off somewhere else, asleep.

    Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then
    the little drops of anguish will all run together,
    the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
    into me, choking my lost heart.

    Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve
    on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
    into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for
    a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll
    have gone so far I'll wander mazily
    over all the earth, asking, will you
    come back? Will you leave me here, dying?”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #23
    Pablo Neruda
    “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

    Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
    and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

    The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

    I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

    On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
    I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

    She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
    How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

    I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
    To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

    To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
    And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

    What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
    The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

    That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
    My soul is lost without her.

    As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
    My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

    The same night that whitens the same trees.
    We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

    I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
    My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

    Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
    belonged to my kisses.
    Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

    I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
    Love is so short and oblivion so long.

    Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
    my soul is lost without her.

    Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
    and this may be the last poem I write for her.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #24
    Pablo Neruda
    “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #25
    Pablo Neruda
    “But I love your feet
    only because they walked
    upon the earth and upon
    the wind and upon the waters,
    until they found me.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #26
    Pablo Neruda
    “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

    I hunger for your sleek laugh,
    your hands the color of a savage harvest,
    hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
    I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

    I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
    the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
    I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

    and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
    hunting for you, for your hot heart,
    Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #27
    Pablo Neruda
    “Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #28
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #29
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
    Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

  • #30
    Mark Twain
    “Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”
    Mark Twain

« previous 1 3