The dew of compassion is a tear.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
Compassion is a two way street.
But my experience is that people who have been through painful, difficult times are filled with compassion.
Many of us think that compassion drains us, but I promise you it is something that truly enlivens us.
Compassion has enemies, and those enemies are things like pity, moral outrage, fear.
Compassion brings us to a stop, and for a moment we rise above ourselves.
Compassion isn't morose; it's something replenishing and opening; that's why it makes us happy.
Compassion doesn't, of course, mean feeling sorry for people, or pity, which is how the word has become emasculated in a way.
Compassion is contempt with a human face.