Quotes About Sympathy

I can never be your friend because of my lost tail, nor you mine because of your lost child.

Love reaches a pitch at those moments when our beloved turns out to understand, more clearly than others have ever been able to, and perhaps even better than we do ourselves, the chaotic, embarrassing and shameful parts of us. That someone else gets who we are and both sympathizes with and forgives us for what they see underpins our whole capacity to trust and to give. Love is a dividend of gratitude for our lover's insight into our own confused and troubled psyche.

The business of repatriating emotions emerges as one of the most delicate and necessary tasks of love. To accept the risks of transference is to prioritize sympathy and understanding over irritation and judgment. Two people can come to see that sudden bursts of anxiety or hostility may not always be directly caused by them, and so should not always be met with fury or wounded pride. Bristling and condemnation can give way to compassion. By

It is of course the height of absurdity to blame them. But this is to misunderstand the rules under which love operates. It is because we cannot scream at the forces who are really responsible that we get angry with those we are sure will best tolerate us for blaming them. We take it out on the very nicest, most sympathetic, most loyal people in the vicinity, the ones least likely to have harmed us, but the ones most likely to stick around while we pitilessly rant at them.

It is because we cannot scream at the forces who are really responsible that we get angry with those we are sure will best tolerate us for blaming them. We take it out on the very nicest, most sympathetic, most loyal people in the vicinity, the ones least likely to have harmed us, but the ones most likely to stick around while we pitilessly rant at them.

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth, is a sentiment I can readily endorse. Her predicament is mine.

You've got to empathize, not sympathize. Take that loose thread. Start to pull. Let the whole thing unravel. Let's start making something stronger. More beautiful.

Quando a felicidade é sua e a dor é do outro não há relação entre felicidade e dor?

To see the world from another's point of view, and make sense of it.

Was it possible to love people you had never met, I wondered...

wanted to tell him I understood. But the truth was, no one can really understand what another person is going through.

Our own difficulties shouldn't blind us to the difficulties of others.

You listen to people, you listen so deeply that you can hear their past lives, The crackle of their funeral pyres,

83]So often Christians, especially preachers, think that their only service is always to have to "offer" something when they are together with other people. They forget that listening can be a greater service than speaking. Many people seek a sympathetic ear and do not find it among Christians, because these Christians are talking even when they should be listening.

In sympathetic magic one imitated a thing and so got into touch with it.

When I hear about someone else's pain, I feel pain too. i feel pain for everything - for people and animals.

obviously someone will! The issue is rather, will the most sympathetic person get there first?

I have a lot of sympathy for young people because I realize how disturbed I was. How would I deal with life in the future? What would I do for a living?

Anyone who has experienced a certain amount of loss in their life has empathy for those who have experienced loss.

It's easier in some ways being on the life raft and the other guy's in the boat and you can row alongside and be supportive. In some ways, that's an easier role.

Cultivate a sympathetic heart, humility in dealings, and selflessness in action. If these are practiced with earnestness and sincerity, then you will win the race of life.

They are much to be pitied who have not been given a taste for nature early in life.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.

I expect some fast reply, something flirty and flip, but instead he doesn't look up, just reaches for my hand and keeps reading. I can feel the apology in his fingers, and this takes the wind out of me, so I lean into him-just a little-and read over his shoulder. His hand is warm and I don't want to stop holding it.