Quotes About Sympathy

Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet was without sin. Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. —HEBREWS 4:14–16

His tendency to casually drop into the conversation, without expecting even a smidgen of sympathy, the likes of sleeping in the middle of a roundabout staggered her.

There's a woman in the bakery who smiles at me as if everyone I've ever known has just died.

Jesus sufferes to sympathize with our sufferings.

When our affections for you chill, then our concern and compassion for others diminishes as well.

It's sad and upsetting when you see somebody crying hysterically, but at the same time it's real funny.

At the same time, as social beings, we are moved in the relations with our fellow beings by such feelings as sympathy, pride, hate, need for power, pity, and so on.

You didn't understand what he was saying, until he kissed you. It was a kiss of such complicity, of such uncomplicated sympathy, that you felt for the first time not alone in your suffering.

Theres very few things that tear me up and get me, but kids, especially terminally ill kids or kids with diseases... gets me every time.

We can not imaging the pain, You must all be feeling At the loss of Your loving son But just to let you know You are in our thoughts, At this very sad time.

We know that you must be very Upset and sad But just to let you know That we are here for you Should you need Help and support At this very sad and hard time That you must be going through

This comes with my/our deepest sympathy, and the hope that the dear memories of your loved one and the passing of time will ease your sorrow.

She remained both girl and woman to the last day of her life. Under a grave and gentle exterior burned inextinguishable fires of sympathy, energy, devotion, enthusiasm, and absolutely limitless affection.

Do not bring your dog. (advice for attending a funeral)

What I suffered in contemplating his happiness, pen cannot describe.

My! we couldn't get him out, Tom. And besides, 'twouldn't do any good; they'd ketch him again. Yes—so they would. But I hate to hear 'em abuse him so like the dickens when he never done—that. I do too, Tom. Lord, I hear 'em say he's the

Would she cry, and wish that she had the right to put her arms around his neck and comfort him?

to have company in misery seemed something to be grateful for.

Poor little creatures! she said. What can a person's heart be made of that can pity a Christian's child and yet can't pity a devil's child, that a thousand times more needs it!

but the widow she didn't scold, but only cleaned off the grease and clay, and looked so sorry that I thought I would behave awhile if I could.

And my heart started hurting because I couldn't share her happiness.

She was just looking straight at me, and without any malice either. She was wide open, taking in everything I told her without judgement, just listening, listening to the way I phrased it all, listening to how I felt.

The pain of WATCHING them! What about their pain?

The thing is, I don't even hate cops. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a little sorry for them.