Quotes About Sympathy

No one cares how much you know, until they know how much you care

Humility can weep over other men's weaknesses, and joy and rejoice over their graces.

One of the things The WB has about it that a lot of other networks don't is they lead with their heart.

I can't read the newspaper without crying. I'm easily affected by horrible events, you see.

When I do nice things for people it just feels so natural. I have a big heart.

Vorrei avere il talento per dipingere i miei sentimenti per te, perché sento che le mie parole sono sempre inadeguate. Immagino di usare il rosso per la tua passione e l'azzurro per la tua gentilezza; un verde bosco per riflettere la profondità della tua simpatia e un giallo brillante per il tuo incrollabile ottimismo. Però mi chiedo lo stesso: la tavolozza di un artista sarebbe in grado di catturare tutte le sfumature di ciò che significhi per me?

I'm sorry, I said again. Whenever someone tells you something sad, it's the only thing you can think to say, even if you've already said it.

The misery of other people is only an abstraction [...] something that can be sympathized with only by drawing from one's own experiences. But as it stands, true empathy remains impossible. And so long as it is, people will continue to suffer the pressure of their seemingly singular existence.

Since good intentions and sympathy for others often led people into trouble, the Chinese people had invented a new proverb that said, 'The more you do, the more trouble you have; the less you do, the less trouble you have. If you do nothing whatever, you will become a model citizen.

It is called education because it is learned. You do not have to have had an experience in order to sympathize or empathize with the subject. That is why books are written: so that we do not have to do the same things. We learn from experience, true; but we also learn from empathy." A Theory of Patience

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.

Show me a woman who cries when the trees lose their leaves in autumn and I'll show you a real asshole.

Try flying any plane with a baby if you want a sense of what it must have been like to be a leper in the fourteenth century.

Was he supposed to let Fiona cry on his shoulder now? He hated being the shoulder. He never knew what to say or do. Pat, pat, there, there. What the f--k?

To my mind, reaching out, reaching for one another doesn't make what happened to those girls less of a tragedy, or make anyone less heartsick for them and their families. But point taken.You don't want me to listen.You don't want me to hold your hand. So that makes the need to do those things about me, not you.

Festa di cazzo! Coglioni! Mostro! A minute ago I was a hero. Sympathetically, he blew on the sting. Better in a minute. Let's deal with the rest. Va via. Would you mind cursing at me in English? I said go away. Don't touch me. Come on, be a big, brave girl. I'll give you a lollipop after. He yanked the blanket aside, dealt quickly, ruthlessly with the other scrapes.

Sympathy covered Eden's face as she nodded.

T]he Secretary of State wants to avoid giving the impression that while the United States is willing to intervene actively to protect its commercial interests, it is not willing to move on behalf of the Christian minorities." Dulles went on to complain about the agitation in the U.S. on behalf of Armenians, Greeks, and Palestinian Jews. "I've been kept busy trying to ward off congressional resolutions of sympathy for these groups.

Then the flash of the strobe. Give me sympathy. Flash. Give me brutal honesty. Flash.

La gente, cuando cree que te estás muriendo, te presta toda su atención.

It's tough when anyone is hurt, it's painful and awful.

I dream of broken hearts tonight, And one of them is mine. It will not mend with sympathy, It won't be healed by wine. The only balm I can concieve To put the hurt to right, Would be, my sweat, of you Were not to live beyond tonight.

I blew my nose, blotted my eyes, buried as much of my face as I could in my handkerchief, and blurted out a feeble: Sorry...something in my eye. The voice said: Yes...beauty.

O Achates, where in the world is there a country, or any place in it, unreached by our suffering? Look; there is Priam. Even here high merit has its due; there is pity for a world's distress, and a sympathy for short lived humanity.