There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.

To what faults do you feel most indulgent? To the ones that arise from urgent material needs.

Each person you meetis an aspect of yourself,clamoring for love.

What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart.

I couldn’t think of anyone I’d ever felt sorry for. There were plenty of kids I was envious of. There were others I achingly admired, but that might simply be another form of jealousy. Then there were those I feared, dreaded. And the worst of them, the man who shamed me. I could see my...

it has to be emphasized that if the pain were readily describable most of the countless sufferers from this ancient affliction would have been able to confidently depict for their friends and loved ones (even their physicians) some of the actual dimensions of their torment, and perhaps elicit a comprehension that has been generally lacking;...

It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his packBut no one can rate a burden’s weightUntil it has been on his back

The experience of humanism is that ‘nothing human is alien to me’; that I carry within myself all of humanity; that nothing which exists in any human being does not exist in myself. I am the criminal and the saint. I am the child and the adult. I am the man who lived 100000 years...

Seldom in the business and transactions of ordinary life, do we find the sympathy we want.

brought it on themselves?

Could I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when he’d tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied.

It seemed to me that all things were possible on the island, all tyrannies and cruelties, though in small; and if, in despite of what was possible, we lived at peace with another, surely this was proof that certain laws unknown to us held sway, or else that we had been following the promptings of...

Sympathy for Lady Vengeance

It is much more easy to have sympathy with suffering than it is to have sympathy with thought.

Racism is, among other things, the unearned skepticism of one group of humans joined to the unearned sympathy for another.

I mean, you may cause others a spot of bother by your weaknesses, perhaps, but coping with you may possibly increase their strength and sympathy. But if you sin deliberately, even if it seems only against yourself–well–you won’t be the only one to suffer. You may even be the one who suffers least.

She lost her illusions in the collapse of her sympathies.

one thing I don’t needis any more apologiesi got sorry greetin me at my front dooryou can keep yrsi don’t know what to do wit emthey don’t open doorsor bring the sun backthey don’t make me happyor get a mornin paperdidn’t nobody stop usin my tears to wash carscuz a sorry.

Why must you know the details of my troubles to have compassion? Is it not enough to show compassion simply because you know that everyone has troubles?

Innate in nearly every artistic nature is a wanton, treacherous penchant for accepting injustice when it creates beauty and showing sympathy for and paying homage to aristocratic privilege.

Good works is giving to the poor and the helpless, but divine works is showing them their worth to the One who matters.

Let’s start a new family.

Never in my life had I felt so tangibly and with such astonishment that hate, by passing successively through comprehension, mercy, and sympathy, can be transformed into love.

Sorrow and profound fatigue are at the heart of Dewey’s silence. It had been his ambition to learn “exactly what happened in that house that night.” Twice now he’d been told, and the two versions were very much alike, the only serious discrepancy being that Hickock attributed all four deaths to Smith, while Smith contended...

Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness.

Like crying wolf, if you keep looking for sympathy as a justification for your actions, you will someday be left standing alone when you really need help.

When our sympathy leads to friendship and our friendship leads to love; only few will understand that it is the end of our past.

Nhiều khi trong một hoàn cảnh nào đó, sự im lặng là rất cần thiết. Im lặng nhưng không cô đơn.

Sympathy is a supporting atmosphere, and in it we unfold easily and well.

I wasn’t offering her pity,” Mrs. Caswell said impatiently. “Tragedies don’t interest me, tragedies and heartbreaks are all alike, what matters is how a person meets them, how they survive them. Given the inevitability of losses and disappointments in life, that’s where the challenge is and the uniqueness. I was offering her sympathy.

I sympathize with a mother who has three mouths to feed—especially if two of those mouths are on her face. With a woman like that I’d listen twice as hard for doublespeak. I’m pretty accustomed to picking up on political rhetoric.

We all have sympathy on the individual level, but we have a remarkably broken system. This highlights the fact that people are exploiting the system. We have someone here who pledged to return home and then ignored U.S. immigration law.

If only this great concern we have for our own sensitive feelings expanded to encompass the feelings of our fellow men.

Before I lost my father, I never understood the rituals surrounding funerals: the wake, the service itself, the reception afterward,the dinners prepared by well-meaning friends and delivered in plastic containers, even the popular habit of making poster boards filled with photos of the dear departed. But now I know why we do those things. It’s...

Sympathy’s easy. You have sympathy for starving children swatting at flies on the late-night commercials. Sympathy is easy because it comes from a position of power. Empathy is getting down on your knees and looking someone else in the eye and realizing you could be them, and that all that separates you is luck.

Without empathy, there’d be no harmony in diversity

I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don’t want to go through what you’ve been through to get there.

I don’t judge those who can’t dream, those who need to pierce their arms to create different worlds under their skin, because I am fortunate in the tools of my escapes

The next time you wish you could find the right words to say to someone who is hurting, just remember that dogs are a man’s best friend without ever speaking a word to them. Simply be present and have sympathy.

If you don’t love yourself, it makes you incapable of knowing how to love another person.

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

There can be no understanding without that sympathy which puts us, through the imagination, and (another’s) situation.

Be kind, be all sympathy,For each and every human beingIs forced to fight against himself.

Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.

The mark of man is initiative, but the mark of woman is cooperation. Man talks about freedom; woman about sympathy, love, sacrifice. Man cooperates with nature; woman cooperates with God. Man was called to till the earth, to “rule over the earth”; woman to be the bearer of a life that comes from God.

My reputation is largely the creature of the kindly imaginings of my flock, whom I chose not to disillusion, in part because the truth had the kind of pathos in it that would bring on sympathy in its least bearable forms.

Walk with me for a while, my friend—you in my shoes, I in yours—and then let us talk.

At any time, and under any circumstances of human interest, is it not strange to see how little real hold the objects of the natural world amid which we live can gain on our hearts and minds? We go to Nature for comfort in trouble, and sympathy in joy, only in books. Admiration of those...

There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and...

For those constantly full of joy, they sometimes feel a little guilty for always feeling so good. That guilt is compassion: it flies in with an attempt to share one’s joy with others who do not have it.