He looked at her with an odd glance: it had the quality of a salute and of compassion, together.
Rearden asked, prompted by a moment’s reluctant compassion.
You have no pity, no feeling for your brother, no compassion for his feelings.
It sounded, not as an apology, but as a statement of compassion.
He was smiling at her, half in mockery, half in compassion.
But her only tool was his own benevolence, his concern for her, his compassion.
His voice tense with the anger of compassion, Francisco said, "It’s been twelve years and yet I’m still unable to see it indifferently!"
The door of the cabin was locked, the sun did not reach into the glazed darkness beyond the windows, and pine branches hung outstretched above the roof like arms spread in protection, in compassion, in solemn blessing.
He shook his head slowly, almost compassionately, like a tired professional at an overzealous amateur.
The two men were looking at her, she saw no reproach in their faces, only a look of understanding which was almost compassion.
She thought, in bitter compassion, of how much he had failed to see.
Then he said softly, with a glance that was almost compassion, "He’s the destroyer, isn’t he?"
He ran his hand over her forehead, with a gesture of understanding, of compassion, of an almost incredulous wonder.
He knew her motive: it was not compassion, there had never been much love between Lillian and her, it was their common revenge against him, it was the secret satisfaction of spending his money on the ex-wife he had refused to support.
Yet the feeling it gave him, translated, was as if she were saying to him: I know, I understand, I would feel compassion and gratitude, if we were alive and free to feel, but we’re not, are we, Eddie?-we’re on a dead planet, like the moon, where we must move, but dare not stop for a breath of feeling or we’ll discover that there is no air to breathe.
She looked at the faces of the four men in the soft twilight of Mulligan’s living room: Galt, whose face had the serene, impersonal attentiveness of a scientist-Francisco, whose face was made expressionless by the hint of a smile, the kind of smile that would fit either answerHugh Akston who looked compassionately gentle-Midas Mulligan, who had asked the question with no touch of rancor in his voice.
Don’t take it to heart, lady, whatever it is," said the bum, in a tone of exhausted compassion.
There are no more uses of "compassion" in the book.
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If I see one hungry child, I feel compassion, but when I hear of a million hungry children, I’m overwhelmed and turn my mind to other things.
It is not enough to be compassionate. We must act. It is not enough to act. We must act with intelligence.