The secret to having compassion for people is knowing that they are fundamentally selfish.
The greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help. Not in having no one for whom to care.
Sometimes people who are troubled just need someone to sit with them in silence.
Sometimes a hand in the dark is the comfort a man needs before his soul takes its final journey.
Self-pity. The least interesting of all the pities.
People feel as pleased to have been born as if they did it themselves. But they get upset and hurt and shaken when they die. But eventually, I learned that all they really need is a kind word and a friendly face. Like they had in the beginning.
Killing may make humans feel strong in the moment, but what I’ve begun to realize is, true strength comes from choosing not to kill. Maybe being truly human is about choosing to love instead.
It’s not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.
It’s gonna be okay. Really. Let me save you for once.[to Starlight]
It is wiser to understand a man than to dislike him.[to Priscilla]
In slaughterhouses, they stun the animals before butchering them. It’s the humane thing to do. Those animals, they’re the lucky ones.
If things get worse, sometimes allowing for a comfortable natural death can be the most humane path.
