Quotes About Sympathy

The suffering of those we love is harder to bear than anything we feel on our own behalf.

He praised the mare and tugged at her ear. He flattered the cob as well, liking him suddenly; sorry for him because his plain looks concealed such a generous heart.

Humans have no monopoly on grief. Dolphins carry their dead on their backs for days. Giraffes refuse to eat. Elephants cry. Whit carried the dead on his back for years. For life. I'll carry him on my flightless wings always.

Poor creatures. I wish I could help you. But now you're by yourself.

As he talked, I thought, "Maybe I'm wrong about the guy." Put him with someone like Anna Gunderson, a nice woman who has suffered a great tragedy, and his empathetic side came out. And then I realized he was faking it.

I wanted to try rescuing her anyway, but she said no." "Too bad dogs can't talk," Sam said. I glanced over at her. "Um, we're all feeling bad about Hayley," Corey said. "Don't interrupt by wishing we could question the dog.

I feel compassion for you, not pity. Never mistake the two.

No sentía simpatía por los profesionales de Dios

Como siempre, su madre había adivinado lo que en realidad sentía.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

I am in prayer for his kids and the family.

Like many Americans my thoughts and prayers are with the people of London. My deepest sympathies are extended to those who lost a loved one in the recent terror attacks.

My pain may be the reason for somebody's laugh. But my laugh must never be the reason for somebody's pain.

An open ear is the only believable sign of an open heart.

You must look into people, as well as at them.

Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.

It is always one of the tragedies of any relationship, even between people sensitive to each other's moods, that the moments of emotion so rarely coincide.

Care more for the individual patient than for the special features of the disease. . . . Put yourself in his place . . . The kindly word, the cheerful greeting, the sympathetic look -- these the patient understands.

Half of us are blind, few of us feel, and we are all deaf.

MY BROTHER HURTS. I SHARE HIS PAIN. I MEET GOD IN HIM.

A crowd always thinks with its sympathy, never with its reason.

For we may pity, though not pardon thee.

To see sad sights moves more than hear them told.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,That sees into the bottom of my grief?