Quotes About Sympathy

Before your horror can be sweet. Or proper. Before your grief is other than discreet. The intellectual damn Will nurse your half-hurt. Quickly you are well. But weary. How you yawn, have yet to see Why nothing exhausts you like this sympathy

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone else

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone else

You make me laugh when I want to cry.

Sometimes I feel so weak and helpless, My heart it aches, and my eyes they cry for those who cannot cry. But once you know me, I'll be forever in your heart." For I am Love.

If I could feel the pain of how much they hurt you. I would always find a way to take away the pain from you.

Sometimes you care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

It scares you that somebody understands just how lonely and frightened you feel.

I don't need everybody in my life. I just need a few people who truly understand me.

It is impossible to build one's own happiness on the unhappiness of others.

When a demand for intelligent sympathy goes unanswered he is a too stern disciplinarian who blames himself for having offered a dullard an opportunity to participate in the warmer movement of a more highly organised life.

We are foolish, comic, motionless, corrupted, yet we are worthy of sympathy too.

No, sir. Jesus wept: and no wonder, by Christ!

O, you poor fellow! Out there in the rain all that time! I forgot that.

He would cast about in his mind for some words that might console her, and would find only lame and useless ones.

Gazzy called over to me I can't see anything! I can't see anything either, Iggy complained. I'm rolling my eyes, Ig. I had to tell him that because he couldn't see me do it, what with his blindness and all.

They get me, and I get them. They have empathy . Most people don't, they really don't.

None of the terrible things that happen are a surprise to God. He knows what the day will bring, and I know He will test me. My compassion, sympathy, and empathy are gifts from God, and knowing I've done my very best to do His work helps.

In the early days of the Russian Revolution in 1917, I was completely in sympathy with it. I felt that it established a new era in the history of the modern world. I was so overwhelmed by it that, if people made any unfriendly comment, I would vigorously defend it. If people condemned the Communist party, I would speak in its defense.

The unhappy derive comfort from the misfortunes of others.

I think you have to listen to the people who are deeply unhappy. You have to find the source of it and not overreact to the craziness in it.

The knowledge that we have brother scouts working in the same uniform, to the same ends, in the same way, in all corners of the Empire, cannot but make scouts proud of their brotherhood, and cannot fail to bring them into closer sympathy.

I guess, over time, I had convinced myself that I could imagine what it would be like to lose a son or daughter. You try to imagine it so that you can write the right kind of letters or form the right words to try to comfort. But you can't even come close. It is unimaginable.

I have deep sympathy with the hundreds of my constituents who fear that legislation for same-sex marriage will profoundly encroach - although this may be unintended - on their right to live according to their faith.