Paulo Coelho Quotes

The more you join with people in their joys and their sorrows, the more nearer and dearer they come to be to you.

...those who love suffer when who they love suffers.

They tell us that "Pity is akin to Love;" if so, Pity must be a poor relation.

When someone we love suffers, we suffer with that person, and we would not have it otherwise, because the suffering and the love are one, just as it is with God's love for us.

Compassion is the feeling of shared suffering. When you feel someone else's suffering, there is the birth of understanding.

When he is pierced, I bleed.

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.

Family is just the people you care about. We can bond with people that we have nothing in common with, even if it's just for a moment.

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!

The more we are concerned for the well being of others, the closer we will feel to each other.

People, although having their own cross to carry, can minister to others through their own pain.

To love is to take delight in happiness of another, or, what amounts to the same thing, it is to account another's happiness as one's own.

We rejoice in the joys of our friends as much as we do our own, and we are equally grieved at their sorrows. Wherefore the wise people will feel toward their friends as they do toward themselves, and whatever labor they would encounter with a view to their own pleasure, they will encounter also for the sake of their friends.

Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.

It is always so, when we are unhappy we feel more strongly the unhappiness of others; our feeling is not shattered, but becomes concentrated.

When the suffering of another creature causes you to feel pain, do not submit to the initial desire to flee from the suffering one, but on the contrary, come closer, as close as you can to her who suffers, and try to help her.

Peace of heart that is won by refusing to bear the common yoke of human sympathy is a peace unworthy of a Christian. To seek tranquility by stopping our ears to the cries of human pain is to make ourselves not Christian but a kind of degenerate stoic having no relation either to stoicism or Christianity.

When our hearts open, when we know that we are in fact the world, when we experience the pain of others in our own blood and muscle, we are feeling compassion.

The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men's pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

To live without feeling or exciting sympathy, to be fortunate without adding to the felicity of others, or afflicted without tasting the balm of pity, is a state more gloomy than solitude; it is not retreat, but exclusion from mankind. Marriage has many pains, but celibacy has no pleasures.

That this is the source of our fellow-feeling for the misery of others, that it is by changing places in fancy with the sufferer, that we come either to conceive or to be affected by what he feels, may be demonstrated by many obvious observations, if it should not be thought sufficiently evident of itself. When we see a stroke aimed and just ready to fall upon the leg or arm of another person, we naturally shrink and draw back our own leg or our own arm; and when it does fall, we feel it in some measure, and are hurt by it as well as the sufferer.

One of the sweet things about pain and sorrow is that they show us how well we are loved, how much kindness there is in the world, and how easily we can make others happy in the same way when they need help and sympathy.

I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

I just think that the only way we come to ourselves is through each other.

I know it is all right. I wish I could make you feel so, I wish I could describe my feelings.