Quotes About Sympathy

My wife, poor wretch.

All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.

The two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colors of imagination.

We haven't officially met," she said softly. "I'm Charlotte Chamberlain. I'm very sorry for your loss." ... "I'm so sorry, Char," she whispered... "We're sorry we didn't give you a chance to explain," Madeline said.

In my heart's most secret place, I pity them as angels do.

There is always a comforting thought in time of trouble when it is not our trouble.

These are 8- and 12-year-old kids. It doesn't matter how they got here. It is time to show a little compassion

Gentlemen lacking substantial sympathy with their leader found it to be comfortable to deceive themselves, and raise their hearts at the same time by the easy enthusiasm of noise.

We change who we are to fit the exogenous of our time, and not just strategically or to our own advantage, sometimes sympathetically without our even knowing it for the betterment of the whole group.

Keep compassion close to your chest at all times.

It was a typically British birth... I was three at the time. They had a strike in the maternity ward... I came out in sympathy.

A man who's intoxicated all the time doesn't need sympathy.

Pity, mercy, compassion." "That's all, I'm afraid," said Alfred. "That is everything," said the phantasm.

Stratton, of course, had the advantage: Olive knew he controlled the book's production and understood that too much sympathy for the devil would reflect badly on her, reducing her chances of "resuming her position in society," as the Daily Alta had put it. Olive was again a captive—this time of her ghostwriter.

From each art practiced in its time I derive a knowledge which compensates me in part for pleasures lost. I have supposed, and in my better moments think so still, that it would be possible in this manner to participate in the existence of everyone; such sympathy would be one of the least revocable kinds of immortality.

De cada arte practicado en su tiempo, extraigo un conocimiento que me resarce en parte de los placeres perdidos. Creí, y en mis buenos momentos lo creo todavía, que es posible compartir de esta suerte la existencia de todos, y que esa simpatía es una de las formas menos revocables de la inmortalidad.

Few men enjoy prolonged travel; it disrupts all habit and endlessly jolts all prejudice. Any tolerance shown to fanatics is immediately mistaken by them for sympathy with their cause. Everything turns out to be valuable that one does for one's self without thought of profit.

You talk of falling in love as if it were a terrible fall: for my part, I should pity a person much more for falling down stairs.

Blum remarks that Kant and Hegel specify that rationality, self-control, strength of will, consistency, adherence to duty and obligation, and acting on 'universal' principles comprise moral behavior; they specifically exclude from the makeup of moral man qualities like sympathy, compassion, kindness, nurturance, and concern for the community, which are associated with women.

My feelings about men are the result of my experience. I have little sympathy for them. Like a Jew just released from Dachau, I watch the handsome young Nazi soldier fall writhing to the ground with a bullet in his stomach and I look briefly and walk on. I don't even need to shrug. I simply don't care. What he was, as a person, I mean, what his shames and yearnings were, simply don't matter.

Rejoice with those who rejoice. I have found that difficult too often. I was much better at weeping with those who weep.

My reputation is largely the creature of the kindly imaginings of my flock, whom I chose not to disillusion, in part because the truth had the kind of pathos in it that would bring on sympathy in its least bearable forms.

When you're scalded, touch hurts, it makes no difference if it's kindly meant. Now

I think fiction may be, whatever else, an exercise in the capacity for imaginative love, or sympathy, or identification.