Quotes About Sympathy

To evade insanity and depression, we unconsciously limit the number of people toward whom we are sincerely sympathetic.

We are sometimes hurt mostly or only not by what happened or is happening to us but by being felt sorry for.

I felt sorry for Senzo Meyiwa family and for the people of South Africa because it's a shame we lost such a huge talent. In all the games he had played I think he didn't concede any goal.

We must laugh at man to avoid crying for him.

By trying we can easily endure adversity. Another man's, I mean.

That is the best -- to laugh with someone because you think the same things are funny.

This communicating of a man's self to his friend works two contrary effects; for it redoubleth joys, and cutteth griefs in half.

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

We are all united by both pain and love. Both a smile and a wound. We are all united by these very basic yet very influential things, because we all recognize them, we all know what they feel like to have or to give

When we think of God, we are apt to think of Him in human form. In the Epiphanies of the Old Testament God revealed Himself to Joshua and others in human form. He puts Himself within the compass of our highest conception, in order that He may make Himself real to us in His love and sympathy and power.

I took one look at his composed face and know he doesn't understand, because if he did understand, he would be weeping, too, for this boy who loved a world that never loved him.

Pity … should be reserved for innocent people who are in genuine pain or who have fallen on misfortune. If you find yourself often pitying someone who consistently hurts you or other people, and who actively campaigns for your sympathy, the chances are close to 100 percent that you are dealing with a sociopath.

I am sure that if the devil existed, he would want us to feel very sorry for him.

If, instead, you find yourself often pitying someone who consistently hurts you or other people, and who actively campaigns for your sympathy, the chances are close to 100 percent that you are dealing with a sociopath.

Rather, the best clue is, of all things, the pity play. The most reliable sign, the most universal behavior of unscrupulous people is not directed, as one might imagine, at our fearfulness. It is, perversely, an appeal to our sympathy. I first learned this when

During all this, Volescu was huddled on the churned up rock, losing his shit, not that I was unsympathetic. I was far less vulnerable in this situation than he was and I wasn't exactly having a great time either.

Somehow we feel the earth should stop spinning and acknowledge our grief.

Where are the unwise, who are not only impatient but plot revenge day and night? But why? Because they do not see how great is the damage of those who have not kept the law of the Lord, therefore they have no sympathy with them but also themselves depart from the law of God through anger and impatience.

Yes, with a feeling of pity and sympathy the godless are to be destroyed or struck down by us as we remember that we are the instrument of God and are ourselves perhaps to be cast as a whip into the fire after we have blasted the evildoers.

Pity may represent little more than the impersonal concern which prompts the mailing of a check, but true sympathy is the personal concern which demands the giving of one's soul.

Everyone stared at her, sorry for her but glad it had not happened to them. There were a few murmurs of sympathy, and a few people whispering all the reasons they thought Vilsa may have deserved what had happened. It is important to make people deserve what happens to them. If bad things can happen for no apparent reason, then bad things might happen to innocent us.

So my pain is pain for you, in your joy is my joy too...

I have great sympathy for people that are infertile, but a life is not something you can give away.

That love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don't know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who've never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, comtempt, and general indiference, and they call it love. Once you've felt what it means to love as you and I know it - the total passion for the total height - you are unable of anything else.