Quotes About Sympathy

There is something cold about a God who cannot relate to what you and I feel.

God sent Jesus to tell us he knows what it is like to be a human in this world.

tenderhearted

Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears and confess you've heard me crying and admit you've seen my tears.

I could never put my finger on her realness. She was so pretty and so quick that even when she had just awakened, her eyes full of sleep and hair tousled, I thought she looked just like the Virgin Mary. But what mother and daughter understand each other, or even have the sympathy for each other's lack of understanding? Mother

I could never put my finger on her realness. She was so pretty and so quick that even when she had just awakened, her eyes full of sleep and hair tousled, I thought she looked just like the Virgin Mary. But what mother and daughter understand each other, or even have the sympathy for each other's lack of understanding?

He looked at me squarely, forcing me to face my fears. Now My, if you're happy being miserable, enjoy it, but don't ask me to feel sorry for you. Just get all down in it and wallow around. Take your time to savor all its subtleties, but don't come to me expecting sympathy.

But what mother and daughter understand each other, or even have the sympathy for each other's lack of understanding?

We understand each other, Jensen. Who else would ever understand us and love us as much as we do?

callous to the kind, not to

I was not so comfortable with my new authority that I could say 'We eat the chicken now!' but the magus had seen that I was considering it... My purse is full enough, said the magus, to keep you supplied with roast chickens. So, so, so, I said. We know who the power behind the throne is, and the magus laughed. You eat more than Gen did after prison, he said. I have more sympathy with him all the time. Are you going to finish that drumstick? I asked. I am. Stop staring at it.

Oh, Lady, said the woodcutter, my hurt is overwhelming because it is someone else's pain that makes me cry.

I'm sorry, I got you all snotty and wet.

when a poor man's wronged, he becomes a very difficult customer. To start with, he gets a lot of sympathy: and then he takes his bad treatment not just as an injury, but as a personal insult.

Sympathy can be addictive and can kill strong men as surely as a diet of nothing but sugar.

A trial relied heavily on oaths, but both sides would bring as many liars as they could muster, and judgment usually went to the better liars or, if both sides were equally convincing, to the side who had the sympathy of the onlookers.

From the height of their disillusionment they look down upon those whom they despise as simple souls. For my part I have no sympathy with this outlook. All disenchantment is to me a malady, which, it is true, certain circumstances may render inevitable, but which none the less, when it occurs, is to be cured as soon as possible, not to be regarded as a higher form of wisdom.

In studying a philosopher, the right attitude is neither reverence nor contempt, but first a kind of hypothetical sympathy, until it is possible to know what it feels like to believe in his theories, and only then a revival of the critical attitude, which should resemble, as far as possible, the state of mind of a person abandoning opinions which he has hitherto held.

In studying a philosopher, the right attitude is neither reverence nor contempt, but first a kind of hypothetical sympathy, until it is possible to know what it feels like to believe in his theories, and only then a revival of the critical attitude, which should resemble, as far as possible, the state of mind of a person abandoning opinions which he has hitherto held. Contempt interferes with the first part of this process, and reverence with the second.

if you sympathise with everybody it comes to much the same as sympathising with none

The trouble, in fact, is a difficult one to deal with, since it is inflamed alike by sympathy and by lack of sympathy. The person inclined to persecution mania, when he finds a hard-luck story believed, will embellish it until he reaches the frontier of credibility; when, on the other hand, he finds it disbelieved, he has merely another example of the peculiar hard-heartedness of mankind towards himself.

Still, not to be English is hardly regarded as a fatal deficiency even by the English, though grave enough to warrant sympathy.

Tell us you're afraid, Mrs. Selky. Break down and cry. Let us feel that warm wet wash of pity, that prurient grief, that thrills because it's happened to you and not us. Give it to us, Mrs. Selky.

Paul didn't just see emotions. He saw the need they represented.