Quotes About Sympathy

Being kind wont get you anywhere.

Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much.

When it rains I dont mind being lonely, I cry right along with the sky.

The amazing way you always seem to be able to read my mind.

One hand of help, one word of sympathy, one act of Humanity, one smile of charity, one message a day can change someones 'Life' and 'Mood'.

Achille piange. Mi culla, e non mangia, non proferisce parola che non sia il mio nome. {...} Le sue lacrime cadono, ma non posso asciugarle.

I can hardly express in words my deep feeling and sympathy for them, knowing as I do, the many serious handicaps and obstacles that will confront them in almost every walk of life.

The common signs are collectively generous, unselfish, and self-sacrificing, often with the worst implication of the self-sacrifice quality. The generosity of the common sign people is not always wisely administered, but the hardships of their own lives make them peculiarly sympathetic to the misfortunes of others.

The only true voyage of discovery . . . would be not to visit strange lands, but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is.

People are not always very tolerant of the tears which they themselves have provoked.

A real person, profoundly as we may sympathize with him, is in a great measure perceptible only through our senses, that is to say, remains opaque, presents a dead weight which our sensibilities have not the strength to lift. If some misfortune comes to him, it is only in one small section of the complete idea we have of him that we are capable of feeling any emotion; indeed it is only in one small section of the complete idea he has of himself that he is capable of feeling any emotion either.

The only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of Eternal Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another.

So difficult is it for us to know, with the dead as with the living, whether a thing would cause them joy or sorrow!

what brings men together is not a community of views but a consanguinity of minds.

A 'real' person, profoundly as we may sympathise with him, is in a great measure perceptible only through our senses, that is to say, he remains opaque, offers a dead weight which our sensibilities have not the strength to lift.

and miserable it is to be to others cause of misery...

How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!

So far from complete at times is sympathy between parents and children, and so much like wild beasts are baby boys, little fighting, biting, climbing pagans.

You may trust to the truth of my sympathy; but you must remember that I am engaged in the investigation of enormous religious and moral questions, in the history of nations; and that your feelings, or my own, or anybody else's, at any particular moment, are of very little interest to me,--not from want of sympathy, but from the small proportion the individuality bears to the whole subject of my enquiry.

They were the kind of people whose unhappiness tended to become your unhappiness, to say nothing of your screaming agony.

You can only understand people if you feel them in yourself.

Doc would listen to any kind of nonsense and turn it into wisdom. His mind had no horizon - and his sympathy had no warp. He could talk to children, telling them very profound things so that they understood. He lived in a world of wonders, of excitement. He was concupiscent as a rabbit and gentle as hell. Everyone who knew him was indebted to him. And everyone who thought of him thought next, 'I really must do something nice for Doc.

A dog...is a bond between strangers.

His mind had no horizon—and his sympathy had no warp.