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.

Three passions simple but overwhelmingly strong have governed my life: the longing for love the search for knowledge and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

Knowledge is not a passion from without the mind but an active exertion of the inward strength vigor and power of the mind displaying itself from within.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion but a blight bred in the cloudy damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy or even hatred.

As iron is eaten away by rust so the envious are consumed by their own passion.

The assumption is that the right kind of society is an organic being not merely analogous to an organic being but actually a living structure with appetites and digestions instincts and passions intelligence and reason.

I'm in awe of the universe but I don't necessarily believe there's an intelligence or agent behind it. I do have a passion for the visual in religious rituals though even though they may be completely empty and bereft of substance. The incense is powerful and provocative whether Buddhist or Catholic.

For passion be it observed brings insight with it it can give a sort of intelligence to simpletons fools and idiots especially during youth.

She has no imagination and that means no compassion.

That neither our thoughts nor passions nor ideas formed by the imagination exist without the mind is what every body will allow.

The Grateful Dead they're my best friends. Their message of hope peace love teamwork creativity imagination celebration the dance the vision the purpose the passion all of the things I believe in makes me the luckiest Deadhead in the world.

I have enough love to last me a lifetime! Thank God I'll never lose my imagination and my passion. That's really what it is. I'm still passionate about what I do.

There can be no passion and by consequence no love where there is not imagination.

I write from my imagination not from what I've read in books or seen on TV or to make money. I wrote from an idea I was passionate about.

The Chinese art world does not exist. In a society that restricts individual freedoms and violates human rights anything that calls itself creative or independent is a pretence. It is impossible for a totalitarian society to create anything with passion and imagination.

My imagination my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time how passion can surprise and renew utterly failed me.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone for someone pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.

There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings but none when they are under the influence of imagination.

Solutions-oriented campaigning with a little passion and a little humor I think that will go a long way. I think people are desperate for it.

Some major writers have a huge impact like Ayn Rand who to my mind is a lousy fiction writer because her writing has no compassion and virtually no humor. She has a philosophical and economical message that she is passing off as fiction but it really isn't fiction at all.

Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.

It is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception and compassion and hope.