You know you have compassion, when you cry, not because something is sad, but because you can't bear the thought of someone in pain.
You know that you have strength, when you're bloody and torn, but still try to walk forward.
You know you have courage, when you defy against the very hand of God, when you're beaten down, and so very weak.
You know you have faith, when everything if taken away from you, but still believe.
You know you have true love, when you're in your dying moment, and you wish that your beloved would forgive you for the troubles you have caused them. When you wish that they will not shed too many tears, and will not stay sad long.
And you know you are dead to the world, in the heart, when you look that dying person full of love in the heart, and turn away.