There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.

If a person’s mind is controlled by forces of revenge and jealousy, it cannot express love & sympathy. And even if they show love and sympathy to others it will yield no good result. The thought will not be reflected in love but in hate.

You can’t save others from themselves because those who make a perpetual muddle of their lives don’t appreciate your interfering with the drama they’ve created. They want your poor-sweet-baby sympathy, but they don’t want to change.

There are times you find yourself standing by the wayside, watching as someone struggles to dig a well with a spoon, and you wish with all your heart you had arms and a shovel.

Being a victim is supposed to set you free; it acquits you of any agency, any sense of responsibility to the person who did you harm. It’s not your fault, they say. Leave him, they say. Nobody ever tells you what to do if leaving isn’t an option.They just call you stupid. A dumb bitch.Sympathy...

Understanding did not provide solace or make the pain go away; in many ways, understanding was just more salt in the emotional wound. Ignorance allowed one to fight back with unfettered cruelty. Understanding inspired empathy, which led to guilt, as well as suffering.She looked at Gavin, supine, unconcerned, contented, and thought that perhaps there was...

Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.

I bask in that sympathy because it’s nice to have somebody who cares, even if it’s the wrong person for the wrong reasons.

Sympathy of victims and humanity of us question the stronghold of integrity towards justice.

The kind of love bounded by the sympathy will break down by arrogance.

Love is the end of sympathy.

I do not need your sympathy or condolence; if I am an atheist, there are reasons for that and those reasons are thoughtful, unselfish and conscious.

Wisdom without Christ brings bitterness; with Christ it brings compassion.

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.

As a kid my heart would break for the villains.

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

Sir,’ I interrupted him, ‘you are inexorable for that unfortunate lady; you speak of her with hate — with vindictive antipathy. It is cruel — she cannot help being mad.

We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return to us as results.

I can’t hope to convey the full effect of the embraces and avowals, but I can perhaps offer a crumb of counsel. If there is anybody known to you who might benefit from a letter or a visit, do not on any account postpone the writing or the making of it. The difference made will...

Why do humans always look at these things from the wrong perspective? Predators deserve our sympathy, too.

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.

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

This is what differentiates sympathy from empathy. No matter how much I care for you, it’s not until I recognize me in you and you in me that the veil of gauze is lifted on the world.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Let’s start a new family.

I’m not exactly sympathetic, but I do have a big heart. I have to, to be able to pump all the blood required to operate my massive penis.

There has been a tremendous amount of sympathy towards Scott and I haven’t come across anybody who thought it was anything other than an accident. The referee’s view was that he had no choice because boot made contact with head.

By becoming interested in the cause, we are less likely to dislike the effect.

Weeping for other people’s pain isn’t true weeping if it doesn’t come from deep down your heart.

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...

The death of Robert G. Ingersoll, on July 21, 1899, was one of the most widely — noted events of that year in the civilized world. It was also one of the most widely and profoundly regretted, — the most deeply deplored. Everywhere, the wisest knew (and the noblest felt) that the cause of humanity...

We can never know how much they deserve our sympathy, but we have to give it unreservedly as they are people innately full of the divine who instead choose to behave infernally owing to poor programming.

You cannot fully understand a person’s need until you have endured the same need. As hard as you may try to predict and comprehend their situation and suffering, I guarantee you’ll fall short until you’ve been there.

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?

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...

I’m not asking you to walk in my shoes; I’d never wish my afflictions on anyone. But could you walk beside me on secure ground and reach to hold my hand?

Dread is a sympathetic antipathy and an antipathetic sympathy.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds:And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleasedWith melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;Some chord in unison with what we hearIs touch’d within us, and the heart replies.

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.

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

Don’t cry for the dead, for the dead is deaf, dumb, blind, lame, unemotional and dead.

My friend is my friend, even if he wears rag, even if he wasn’t born with a silver spoon, even if nobody wants to be his friend, i will hurt his critics by remaining his friend.

Don’t act so callous to blank out good friends who failed on their way to success, just because something unusual hindered them, but you meandered out by a stroke of luck.

Without empathy, there’d be no harmony in diversity

Woman’s fatal weakness is to desire sympathy and comprehension.–“Wanda

…and as a result yet today we are unable to distinguish between sympathy and selfishness.

She lost her illusions in the collapse of her sympathies.

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...

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

If you’re looking for sympathy you’ll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.