Quotes About Sympathy

Why did you have to be there? I'm so sorry. I'm so very, very sorry, Bird.

It's okay, Casey," Bobby said with annoying sympathy. "The tongue is always the last to know." He spoke with the

So," Simon said. "Looks like you and Derek are getting along again. What happened? Did he give you the look?" "Look?" "You know. The one that makes him look like a whipped puppy, and makes you feel like a jerk for doing the whipping." "Ah, that one. So it works on you, too?" He snorted. "It even works on Dad. We give in, we tell him it's okay, and the next thing you know, he's chewing up slippers again." I laughed.

Compassion is more than empathy; it is the living expression of the Golden Rule, to treat others as you would have them treat you. Compassion is the practice of empathy.

Ada kecenderungan hukum mengabaikan tanggung jawab pribadi dan memungkinkan orang menerima ganti rugi hanya karena rasa simpati dan persepsi tentang kekayaan.

I'm afraid that most people cry more tears over their own affairs than over other people's massacres. Like, over broken love affairs. Or even toothache.

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one.

Lo peor que le puede ocurrir a cualquiera es que se le comprenda por completo.

I suppose we were drawn to each other because neither of us quite fitted in.

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Jan Smuts, the brilliant young Transvaal state attorney, wrote of Botha that he had a natural sympathy that made it possible for him to "get extremely close to others and to read their minds and divine their characters with marvellous accuracy. It gave him an intuitive power of understanding and appreciating men which was very rare." Botha

We do not set greed against greed or hatred against hatred," he thundered. "Our creed is one that bids us to be just to all, to feel sympathy for all, and to strive for an understanding of the needs of all. Our purpose is to smite down wrong.

Here's my rule: You always want to pay cash for your own books, because if they look at the name on the credit card and then they look at the name on the book jacket, then there's this look of such profound sympathy for you that you had to resort to this. It really is withering.

cloying your-best-friend's-dead sympathy that will drive

She mock shudders the way you do when you talk about someone's misfortunes that have nothing to do with you, that don't touch you, and never will. I've never hit a woman in my life, but for one minute I want to punch her in the face, give her a taste of the pain she's so casually describing.

Empathy is a special application of the imagination. The ability to imagine what it would be like to experience what someone else is experiencing can be crucial to moral sensitivity.

Those who are able to receive and embrace The Wonderful Dharma Flower Sutra, Having given up the pure land, Have been born here out of sympathy for the living. Know that such people, Free to be born where they want, Chose to be in this evil age To teach the unexcelled Dharma everywhere.

Sympathy would imply I might even try to help them. Pity is much safer. It can be delivered from on high without getting involved. I pity them.

For pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.

She wolde wepe, if that she saugh a mousKaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

My stories are about humans and how they react, or fail to react, or react stupidly. I'm pointing the finger at us, not at the zombies. I try to respect and sympathize with the zombies as much as possible.

My stories are about humans and how they react, or fail to react, or react stupidly. I'm pointing the finger at us, not at the zombies. I try to respect and sympathize with the zombies as much as possible.

All of a sudden, a great crash sounded, and even the calm, collected Peter flinched at the noise. The closet door flew open and two small children, a girl and boy, burst out into the room. They were a ghastly sight, even to Peter's cynical eyes: the little girl had no left arm, the boy had been bleeding from a great wound in his side. Peter felt a touch of sympathy for the pathetic creatures, but then he reminded himself—they were dead!