“IN MEMORIAM: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion, Can never die, for Love forbids her death. Love has bent down in his old kindly fashion, And breathed upon her his immortal breath. On wounded soldiers, in their anguish lying, Her gentle spirit shall descend like rain. Where the white flag with the red cross is flying, There shall she dwell, the vanquisher of pain.” PainSpiritLyingDiesWhiteCompassionFashionRedRainCrossesBreathsSoldierFlyingGentleImmortalFlagsWoundedBentAnguishNightingalesFlorenceRed CrossWhite FlagFlorence NightingaleWounded SoldierGentle Spirit Book:Summer of Love Source: Summer of Love
“Bush is almost always clear when he's speaking cruelly. For example, when the subject is the punitive infliction of great pain, there is no problem with his syntax, grammar, or vocabulary, even if he happens to be lying. ... On the other hand, our president is extraordinarily tongue-tied when he's trying, off the cuff, to sound a note of idealism, magnanimity or -- especially -- compassion.” IfsTryingProblemHandsHappensPainLyingSoundPresidentCompassionClearSubjectsExampleNotesTongueTiedIdealismVocabularyNo ProblemGrammarMagnanimitySyntaxCuffsTongue TiedInfliction Author:Mark Crispin Miller
“Strength must build up, not destroy. It should outdo itself, not others who are weaker. Used without responsibility, it causes nothing but harm and death. I can lift the heaviest weights, but I can not take the responsibility off my shoulders. Because the way we use our strength defines our fate. What traces will I leave on my path into the future? Do we really have to kill in order to live? My true strength lies in not seeing weakness as weakness. My strength needs no victims. My strength is my compassion.” WayNeedsShouldI CanUseUsedLyingOrderCausesResponsibilityCompassionPathFateSeeingWeaknessWeightVictimHarmShouldersLiftsCan NotTrue Strength Author:Patrik Baboumian
“When I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind.” MenWorldHeartLittlesBeautifulLyingDesireParentSidesGriefCompassionMankindKingsMy HeartSorrowHolyCompetitionWitDebateVanityGrievingDividedContestsDisputesRivalsTombsFactionsAstonishmentEpitaphTombstoneHoly ManHeart Melt Book:The Spectator: With a Biographical and Critical Preface, and Explanatory Notes ... Source: The Spectator: With a Biographical and Critical Preface, and Explanatory Notes ...
“Novels are political not because writers carry party cards -- some do, I do not -- but because good fiction is about identifying with and understanding people who are not necessarily like us. By nature all good novels are political because identifying with the other is political. At the heart of the 'art of the novel' lies the human capacity to see the world through others' eyes. Compassion is the greatest strength of the novelist.” PeopleWorldHumansHeartArtEyePoliticalLyingUnderstandingPartyFictionCompassionNovelCapacityCardsNovelistsIdentifyingHuman Capacity Author:Orhan Pamuk